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"As  we  have  borne  the  image  of 
the  earthy,  we  shall  also  bear  the 
image  of  the  heavenly. " 

I  Cor.  15,49. 

"We  all,  with  open  face,  behold- 
ing as  in  a  glass  the  glory  of  the 
Lord,  are  changed  into  the  same 
image  from  glory  to  glory,  even 
as  by  the  spirit  of  the  Lord." 

II  Cor.  3.18 


1921 

STAR-NEWS  PUBLISHING  COMPANY 
PASADENA,  CALIFORNIA 


COPYRIGHT,  1921 
BY  HARRIET  L.  GREEN 


GIFT 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

This  book  is  made  up  chiefly  of  communications  from  the 
invisible  realms  of  life;  and  by  that  phrase  I  mean  not 
some  strange  and  distant  sphere,  but  a  world  that  lies  all 
about  us,  interpenetrating  and  intermingling  with  our  com- 
mon, every-day  life,  though  ordinarily  we  are  unconscious 
of  its  existence. 

In  one  way  and  another  it  befalls,  from  time  to  time, 
that  a  man  or  a  woman  is  aware  of  something  like  the 
quickening  of  a  new  sense;  when  that  which  has  hitherto 
been  invisible,  intangible,  inaudible,  enters  the  waking  con- 
sciousness and  makes  itself  known  as  real,  vital,  and  of 
supreme  importance.  So  it  comes  about  that  there  are  some 
of  us  for  whom  it  is  no  longer  possible  to  think  of  that 
"other  world"  as  wholly  separate  from  our  present  selves; 
no  longer  possible  to  think  of  Death  as  a  blank,  impene- 
trable curtain  that  shuts  us  off  from  all  knowledge  of  those 
who  once  gave  significance  and  purpose  to  our  lives. 

In  my  own  case  it  was  not  until  I  went  down  to  face  the 
very  blackness  of  Death,  when  it  seemed  that  my  eyes  could 
never  weep  again  or  my  ears  hearken  to  any  song  of  Life, 
that  the  Spirit  touched  me,  the  inner  sense  awoke,  and  I 
received  the  assurance  of  things  pure,  lovely,  and  of  good 
report. 

Perhaps  it  is  not  possible  to  impart  this  assurance  to 
others  who  have  not  had  such  direct  experience,  but  as  we 
can  darken  one  another's  lives  by  the  shadow  of  our  doubts, 
fears,  and  unbelief,  so  surely  we  may  hope  to  share  in  some 
measure  the  light  that  comes  from  Love  revealed  beyond 
the  confines  of  our  day  and  night. 


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2  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

The  messages  herein  recorded  were  received  by  me 
through  so-called  automatic  writing.  That  is,  they  were 
written  by  a  pencil  held  in  my  hand,  but  the  process  of 
writing  and  the  words  written  were  as  detached  from  my 
volition  as  the  clicking  of  a  telegraphic  instrument  that 
brings  a  message  from  another  continent. 

It  is  not  my  purpose  here  to  offer  a  treatise  on  psychical 
research  or  to  enter  upon  a  discussion  of  the  scientific 
evidence  for  survival.  A  detailed  account  of  the  mystic 
experience  crowded  into  one  year  of  my  life  would  fill  a 
large  volume.  The  more  striking  evidences  of  identity, 
amounting  in  my  mind  to  indisputable  proof,  which  were 
furnished  me  at  an  early  stage  in  the  communications  have 
been  laid  before  the  American  Society  for  Psychical  Re- 
search and  are  now  in  their  hands  for  publication  in  the 
Journal  of  the  Society. 

By  the  word  of  many  witnesses  Truth  is  established.  A 
multitude,  past  and  present,  have  testified  to  the  reality  of 
life  after  death  and  to  the  possibility  of  communication 
between  the  realms  visible  and  invisible.  It  is  my  belief 
that  much  can  be  learned  by  giving  more  careful  attention 
to  the  content  of  the  messages  received. 

I  can  do  no  more  now  than  publish  a  few  fragments  of 
all  that  came  to  me.  As  for  their  genuineness  as  communi- 
cations received  in  the  manner  I  shall  describe  and  for 
the  truth  of  such  statements  as  I  shall  make  in  regard  to 
them  I  can  only  say  that  I,  who  write  these  words,  believe 
in  the  immortality  of  the  Spirit,  I  believe  that  the  messages 
came,  as  purported,  from  my  Beloved,  and  with  all  that  I 
know  and  hope  for  of  love,  human  and  divine,  at  stake,  I 
shall  not  bear  false  witness. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  3 

The  earliest  message  in  writing  came  to  me  about  fifteen 
months  after  the  sudden  death  of  my  husband,  in  response 
to  experiments  made  in  mingled  scepticism  and  longing. 
The  evidence  of  identity  to  which  I  have  referred  consisted 
of  three  incidents  which  were  quite  unknown  to  me.  They 
had  taken  place,  one  about  four  months  previous  to  my 
husband's  death,  the  others  nearly  two  years  before,  and 
two  thousand  miles  from  the  scene  of  the  communications. 
Each  incident  was  known  to  but  one  living  person — the 
same  one  for  two  of  the  incidents — and  from  these  two 
persons  I  obtained  detailed  and  exact  confirmation  of  all 
that  had  been  told  me,  even  to  the  words  spoken  on  each 
occasion.  In  one  case  I  was  able,  by  skillful  questioning, 
to  elicit  this  confirmation  without  giving,  on  my  part,  a 
single  detail  of  the  incident  which  I  wished  to  have  recalled. 

This  was  evidence  of  a  nature  which  should  have  some 
standing  even  in  a  court  of  law.  Of  evidence  poignantly 
convincing  to  me  but  not  susceptible  of  corroboration  by 
others,  there  was  abundance. 

The  communications  increased  in  frequency  and  volume 
during  a  period  of  several  months  until  they  occupied  my 
time  for  many  hours  every  day.  At  the  end  of  a  year 
they  had  diminished  to  a  few  lines  at  irregular  intervals; 
after  that  they  almost  ceased  and  no  attempts,  desire,  or 
prayers  of  mine  have  availed  to  bring  back  the  earlier 
fulness  and  freedom. 

While  I  was  in  the  midst  of  this  daily  experience  I  set 
down  a  carefully  accurate  account  of  the  manner  of  the 
writing  and  of  my  impressions  at  the  time.  The  following 
paragraphs  are  quoted  from  that  description,  which  was 
written  by  me  late  in  the  fall  of  1919. 


4  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

"I  have  never  been  in  trance  or  any  state  approaching 
trance.  I  am  in  full  waking  consciousness  and  in  possession 
of  all  my  faculties.  .  .  .  Yet  my  hand  is  controlled.  One 
cannot  prove  this  to  the  sceptical,  but  the  fact  remains  to 
the  one  who  knows,  conclusive — unescapable.  There  is 
something  felt  in  the  hand  and  arm,  a  potent  force  unknown 
to  the  body  hitherto.  One  does  not  know  what  the  hand 
is  about  to  do.  It  writes  sometimes  with  a  light,  flying 
touch,  sometimes  with  great  vigor  and  assertion  and  hard 
bearing-down.  It  twitches  about,  flourishes,  gesticulates 
with  the  pencil ;  insists  upon  arbitrary  things  such  as  writing 
the  words  in  a  column,  one  under  the  other  down  the  page; 
or  printing,  sometimes  in  tiny  letters,  sometimes  in  large 
capitals.  I  do  not  often  oppose  its  will  for  I  want  the 
message,  but  I  have  had  the  pencil  refuse  to  move  when  I 
have  purposely  tried  to  change  a  word  that  was  being 
written. 

I  have  never  written  with  a  pencil  at  any  other  time  in 
my  life.  I  learned  to  write  with  a  No.  1  Spencerian  pen  and 
I  have  never  used  anything  else  except  for  the  purpose  of 
these  communications,  which  have  to  be  taken  down  with 
pencil  because  they  come  with  a  speed  and  continuity  which 
preclude  stopping  to  dip  pen  in  ink.  At  first  the  words 
were  all  run  together  and  the  pencil  never  lifted  except  to 
pass  from  one  sheet  to  the  next,  but  for  some  time  now  the 
words  have  been  detached  and  well  spaced.  T's  are  never 
crossed  nor  i's  dotted. 

There  are  times  when  the  control  is  as  firm  and  unmistak- 
able as  if  some  strong  guiding  hand  were  laid  over  my 
own — more  than  that,  for  the  control  is  felt  throughout  the 
muscles  of  the  arm.  At  other  times  I  am  conscious,  at  first, 
of  hardly  more  than  a  blind  impulse  to  write,  not  knowing 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  5 

what  the  first  stroke  will  be.  In  early  days  at  such  times 
I  would  pause,  perhaps  thinking,  There  is  no  power,'  and 
then  would  come  the  plaintive  request,  'Please  move  the 
pencil  for  me,'  and  as  I  obeyed  the  words  would  continue 
to  shape  themselves  with  increasing  clearness  and  speed. 

Sometimes  I  seem  to  hear  the  words  before  they  are 
written,  as  if  some  one  were  dictating  and  keeping  two  or 
three  words  ahead  of  me  all  the  time.  .  .  .  Even  so  I  have 
many  times  had  another  word  substituted,  in  the  instant  of 
writing,  for  the  one  I  was  too  sure  of — done,  too,  with  a 
twitch  of  the  pencil  that  seemed  to  say,  'So  you  think  you 
know  just  what  I  am  going  to  do?  Well,  I'll  show  you 
that  you  don't.'  At  other  times  the  matter  has  been  all 
strange,  unknown,  unguessed,  and  with  a  quality  of  suspense 
which  has  kept  me  almost  breathless  from  word  to  word. 

The  communications  might  be  separated  into  three  classes. 
One  that  is,  as  I  have  said,  like  something  written  from 
dictation,  and  here  there  is  more  formality  of  expression 
than  at  other  times,  as  if  the  matter  had  been  prepared  or 
thought  out  in  advance.  The  second  and  largest  class  would 
comprise  those  writings  that  are  of  the  nature  of  a  conver- 
sation. My  part,  whether  question,  answer,  or  comment, 
was  not  spoken  but  was  clearly  formulated  in  thought.  In 
the  earlier  records  these  conversations  appear  as  mono- 
logues; later  I  formed  the  habit  of  going  over  the  writing 
as  soon  as  it  was  completed  and  jotting  down  my  own  part 
in  the  conversation  as  well  as  I  could  remember  it.  In  the 
third  class  I  seemed  to  find  myself  writing  down  the 
thoughts  of  another.  These  always  came  with  the  utmost 
rapidity  and  I  was  compelled  to  write  at  something  close 
to  telegrapher's  speed. 


6  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

It  appeared  that  at  such  times  F.  did  not  always  know, 
even,  that  I  was  writing,  and  thus  it  chanced  that  I  over- 
heard, as  it  were,  some  of  the  most  intimate  self-searchings 
and  self-revealings — such  things  as  are  not  spoken  even 
between  the  nearest  and  dearest.  After  one  or  two  dramatic 
episodes  when  I  was  "discovered"  and  made  to  feel  that  I 
had  stolen  in,  unaware,  to  a  secret  place,  I  learned  to 
announce  my  presence  more  plainly.  But  it  seemed  that 
sometimes  the  thoughts  ran  wild  and  were  beyond  control, 
for  the  hurried  words  would  come — they  always  seemed  to 
me  like  a  cry — 'Don't  let  me  say  that' !  Of  course  the  only 
way  I  could  prevent  the  'saying'  was  to  stop  writing, 
with  a  mind  full  of  awe  and  wonder  at  the  strange  condi- 
tions that  seemed  to  enable  me  to  listen,  if  I  chose,  to  the 
inmost  thoughts  of  one  who  had  gone  beyond  sight  or 
touch." 

This  was  a  phase  that  soon  passed  and  as  these  communi- 
cations were  especially  intimate  and  personal  they  are  only 
slightly  represented  in  the  pages  that  follow. 

It  hardly  needs  to  be  said  that  the  companionship  between 
F.  and  myself  had  been  unusually  close.  We  had  travelled 
much,  read  much,  thought  and  talked  much.  We  shared 
the  love  of  Nature,  books,  and  music.  Neither  of  us  was 
of  a  religious  temperament.  F.  was  a  worldly  agnostic;  I 
used  to  call  myself  "an  emancipated  Puritan,"  but  the 
emancipation  went  so  far  that  it  left  me  adrift  with  very 
little  fixity  of  belief  in  anything. 

It  was  only  in  the  two  years  just  preceding  F.'s  death 
that  some  study  of  Eastern  teachings  had  brought  to  both 
of  us  belief  in  the  persistence  of  conscious  individuality 
after  death.  We  accepted  this,  as  we  accepted  the  idea  of 
reincarnation,  partly  because  it  suddenly  appeared  reason- 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  7 

able  to  us,  but  more,  I  think,  because  we  felt  the  crying 
need  in  ourselves  of  some  hint  of  completion  in  the  curious 
pattern  of  our  lives.  There  was  that  in  the  twisting,  weav- 
ing threads,  even  for  the  little  space  that  we  could  see,  that 
told  of  more  than  chance  behind  the  veil  of  the  past  and 
that  demanded  of  the  future  something  more  than  the  shears 
of  Atropos. 

On  the  subject  of  our  reading  I  should  say  that  we  had 
touched  upon  Psychical  Research,  without  going  into  it 
deeply.  We  had  together  read  Sir  Oliver  Lodge's  Raymond 
and  this  book  did,  for  me,  the  important  work  of  breaking 
down  much  of  my  life-long  prejudice  against  spiritualism. 
(I  have  never  known  a  medium  or  attended  a  seance.)  Dur- 
ing the  year  of  my  communicating  I  read  several  books 
dealing  with  the  subject  in  a  general  way  but  none  that 
contained  verbatim  messages — unless  I  should  except 
Lodge's  Survival  of  Man.  In  the  summer  of  1920  I  turned 
my  attention  to  the  recent  literature  of  communications  and 
was  amazed  to  find  how  many  such  books  had  been  pub- 
lished while  I  was  "writing." 

Coming  down  now  to  the  present  book:  the  selections 
I  give  here  from  the  messages  received  by  me  are  nearly  all 
in  chronological  order  and  date  from  August,  1919,  to 
March,  1920,  with  a  very  few  of  later  date  added.  I  had 
been  writing  in  this  way  for  four  months  prior  to  August, 
but  the  earlier  communications  were  for  the  most  part 
intensely  personal;  a  few  were  confused  or  incoherent; 
others  were  fantastic;  in  some  there  seemed  to  be  an  intru- 
sion of  alien  personalities.  F.  often  spoke  of  himself  as  in 
darkness  or  fog,  although  from  the  first  this  condition 
seemed  to  alternate  with  one  in  which  perception  was  almost 
blinded  by  a  radiance  of  spiritual  light. 


8  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

I  have  frankly  chosen  for  this  little  book  such  messages 
as  would  illustrate,  first  the  personal  characteristics  that 
were  so  strong  in  all  the  early  and  middle  period  of  the 
communicating,  and  later,  the  steady  dawning  of  a  spiritual 
purpose  which  seems,  at  last,  to  have  carried  my  Beloved 
into  regions  where  I  may  not  follow  while  I  am  still 
weighted  to  earth  by  this  garment  of  the  flesh. 

In  respect  to  the  editing  which  these  messages  have  re- 
ceived, I  wish  to  be  explicit.  These  are,  avowedly,  extracts. 
Very  few  communications  are  given  in  their  entirety.  The 
more  important  omissions  are  indicated  by  dots;  in  some 
instances  I  have  joined  the  portions  retained,  where  the 
continuity  of  sense  allowed  this  to  be  done,  and  in  a  few 
cases  I  have  written  in  a  single  connecting  word.  These 
omissions  have  been  mainly  in  the  interest  of  condensation: 
in  no  case  has  the  sense  of  the  original  been  changed. 

The  script,  to  use  the  technical  expression,  is  almost 
devoid  of  punctuation ;  occasionally  a  period,  very  rarely  an 
interrogation  point  or  marks  of  quotation — that  is  all.  So 
I  have  punctuated  in  more  or  less  orthodox  fashion. 

Beyond  this  I  have  not  in  any  way  altered  or  added  to 
what  was  given  me. 

The  copied  page  is,  however,  sadly  dull  and  inexpressive 
beside  the  original,  with  its  varying  thought  and  emotion 
reflected  in  many  changes,  sometimes  subtle  and  sometimes 
exceedingly  obvious,  in  the  size  and  character  of  the  writing. 
An  exclamation  point  is  but  a  poor  substitute  for  the  sudden 
soaring  that  came  with  the  thought  of  greatness  or  beauty 
and  inscribed  itself  in  big,  round  letters  that  covered  four 
or  five  spaces  of  my  ruled  paper! 

It  is  far  from  my  desire  to  be  dogmatic  in  regard  to  any- 
thing contained  in  the  following  pages.  We  may  be  sure 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  9 

that  so  long  as  there  is  individuality  there  is  not  omni- 
science, and  I  hope  there  are  many  who  will  rejoice,  as  I  do, 
at  every  fresh  evidence  of  the  Many  Mansions  in  Our 
Father's  house,  with  infinite  love  and  compassion  abiding 
over  all. 

I  wish  only  that  this  may  be  taken  for  what  it  is — the 
authentic,  though  partial,  record  of  a  genuine  experience; 
and  I  would  ask  those  who  are  given  to  thinking  in  terms 
of  the  "subconscious,"  to  be  very  sure  that  that  word  is  a 
true  symbol  representing  an  idea  in  their  minds,  not  merely 
an  empty  phrase  used  to  obviate  the  necessity  for  a  definite 
idea. 

It  may  so  easily  turn  out  that  the  "subconscious"  is  no 
other  than  the  imperishable  Soul,  and  wiser  than  we  dream ! 

"For  within  you  is  the  light  of  the  world,  the  only  light 
that  can  be  shed  upon  the  Path." 

NOTE — I  have  enclosed  in  parentheses  the  occasional  words  which 
represent  my  part  in  the  "conversation"  when  the  communication 
took  place. 

Square  brackets  are  used  to  enclose  any  later  editorial  comment, 
after  the  usual  custom. 

I  have  retained  unaltered  the  familiar  name  which  F.  had  given 
me  and  which  he  used  freely  throughout  the  communications  as  he 
had  always  done  in  the  earth-life. 


10  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

COMMUNICATIONS 

. . .  You  must  not  ask  questions  for  they  confuse  the  vibra- 
tions. It  is  all  vibrations,  Harrie,  but  I  can't  explain  how 
the  process  is  carried  on.  I  only  know  that  when  I  think 
you  hear  what  I  think 

You  and  I  both  have  the  faculty  of  seeing  each  other's 
dream  pictures  as  clearly  as  if  they  were  our  own. ... 
When  you  think  of  beauty  you  do  create  it  here  and  I  see  it. 
You  are  really  one  of  the  most  idealistic  persons  I  ever 
knew,  Harrie.  I  never  half  knew  you  when  we  were  on 
earth.  You  have  shown  me  sides  of  your  nature  that  I  never 
suspected.  You  say  neither  did  you,  but  they  were  there 
or  they  could  not  come  out  now. 

Surely  we  must  have  life  together  on  our  own  plane  of 
love  and  beauty — beautiful  things,  such  as  flowers,  music, 
stars,  and  the  sea! 

(The  writing  always  grows  so  big  when  you  speak  of 
the  sea!) 

Yes,  the  sea  sends  me  up,  but  I  will  not  go  up  now  for 

I  mean  to  write  while  I  can You  know  my  imagination 

runs  away  with  me  still;  yes,  just  as  it  used  to  do.  Harrie, 
you  did  understand  me  more  nearly  than  anybody  else  ever 
did.  I  still  hope  that  some  day  we  shall  find  One  who  really 
understands 

Let  me  tell  you  about  the  pictures  you  make  for  me  when 
you  try  to  see  the  places  we  have  loved  together.  You 

know  you  quite  often  think  of  the  manuka  at  Rotorua 

Yes,  the  tall  bushes  all  powdered  with  little  white  starry 
blossoms  and  you  and  I  walking  along  the  narrow  path, 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  11 

the  bushes  above  our  heads,  and  stopping  to  look  at  all  our 
own  special  little  springs  of  hot  water — the  clear  blue  one 
and  the  one  that  had  the  oil  bubbling  up  and  making  scrolls 
and  figures  such  as  the  Maoris  used  to  make,  and  all  the 
others. 

Why,  Harrie,  are  you  crying? 

You  want  to  go  on  to  our  funny  miniature  mud  volcano 
that  we  used  to  watch  so  many  times — all  those  little  plop- 
plops!  Yes,  and  the  big  cone  that  we  used  to  throw  matches 
into  and  poke  with  sticks  to  see  if  we  could  make  it  erupt, 
and  sometimes  it  did,  a  little. . . . 

Harrie,  you  know  after  I  have  written  to  you  like  this  I 
feel  so  clean  and  pure . . .  and  then  I  go  higher  than  ever 
and  see  such  beautiful  things.  What  a  lot  of  writing  you 
do  ...  and  I  know  it  has  done  some  good.  How  could  all 
your  pure  desire  to  help  be  wasted? 

[On  the  following  communication,  received  a  few 
days  later,  I  find  this  notation  in  my  own  handwriting. 
"I  came  to  my  desk  straight  from  reading  Lodge's 
Survival  of  Man,  in  particular  the  part  dealing  with 
communications  from  Mr.  Myers.  The  writing  from 
the  first  was  very  strong,  clear  and  rapid  and  accom- 
panied by  a  sense  of  much  excitement."] 

Harrie,  can  you  write  now?  You  will  please  let  me  write 
without  interruption.  I  want  to  tell  you  some  of  the  things 
I  have  been  thinking.  I  begin  to  think  there  have  been 
others  trying  to  write  through  you.  Sometimes  there  seem 
to  have  been  voices  besides  mine.  Of  course  I  can't  be  sure, 
but  it  seems  possible.  You  have  been  reading  some  of 
those  very  things. . .  You  see  I  do  know  what  you  read  when 


12  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

it  is  anything  I  am  interested  in,  and  I  know  every  word 
you  read  in  that  book. . . . 

Even  Mr.  Myers  did  not  know  what  he  was  doing  any 
more  than  I  do — and  Harrie,  yes,  he  said  he  had  to  grope 
in  fog  and  darkness  when  he  was  communicating,  the  same 
as  I  do,  and  I  am  where  I  can  communicate  all  the  time,  so 
why  should  I  be  any  better  off  than  he  was? 

(You  think  that  good  news?) 

Good  news — yes!  I  am  not  so  much  worse  off  than 
others,  after  all!  Yes,  I  am  better  off,  for  I  am  with  you 
all  the  time  and  I  can  write  to  you  hours  every  day  and  we 
can  be  as  happy  as  we  please!  Harrie,  I  am  so  excited  I 
make  you  write  too  fast . . . 

You  know  I  wanted  you  to  read  that  book.  I  felt  it  had 
something  in  it  for  me.  You  smile,  but  I  do  know  a  thing 
or  two  sometimes. ...  I  have  known  strange  things,  but  also 
I  have  imagined  even  more  about  some  things.  You  stop 
thinking,  please.  Why,  so  she  did!  Sometimes  you  really 
are  obedient !  . . .  This  is  the  very  best  news  I  have  had  for 
a  long  time,  that  Myers  had  as  bad  a  time  as  I  am  having. 

(He  had  been  over  only  a  month,  you  know,  when  that 
was  written.) 

No  matter,  he  was  communicating  in  fog  and  darkness 
just  as  I  am.  You  think  that  I  could  go  on  up  if  I  wanted 
to,  but  you  know  I  don't  want  to.  I  want  to  stay  with  you. 
You  did  want  me  to  stay — didn't  you? 

(I  don't  want  to  keep  you  in  darkness.) 

No,  you  would  never  have  kept  me  from  the  light. 
Perhaps  I  couldn't  go  on,  anyway,  but  what  does  it  matter, 
Harrie,  so  long  as  we  are  together?  . . . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  13 

What  nonsense  that  is  about  the  consciousness  being  in 
the  hand.  Of  course  the  consciousness  uses  the  hand — 
we'd  better  not  go  too  fast.  Never  can  tell,  in  this  business. 
.  .  .  You  think  your  hand,  yes,  and  arm  often — is  controlled 
strongly  by  some  will  other  than  your  own. . . .  and  you  are 
made  to  write  either  detached  words  or  words  allruntogether 
likethis  or 

words  column 

down  like 

the  this 

sheet  yes,  of  course  you  can  do 

in  otherwise  if  you  will,  it  is 

a  your  hand,  but  there 

is  a  power  that  pulls  it  to  do  something  that  is  out  of  the 
usual  way  of  writing. 

(Yes,  and  that  power  comes  in  some  way  from  you.) 
Of  course.     Don't  I  know  that? 

(But  they  know  nothing  as  to  how  it  is  done,  and  neither 
do  we.) 

Well,  there  is  more  truth  than  poetry  in  that. 
(Haven't  we  written  enough  of  this  nonsense?) 

You  call  this  nonsense,  do  you?  I  call  it  pretty  good 
common  sense  for  a  man  in  fog  and  darkness 

(F.,  do  you  seem  to  be  specially  conscious  of  my  hand 
and  what  it  does?) 

Harrie,  yes,  I  do.  Not  all  the  time,  but  a  good  deal  of 
the  time.  I  know  whenever  you  even  touch  a  piece  of  paper. 

(Yes,  I  sometimes  hear  what  you  say  at  such  times.) 


14  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

Yes,  you  have  heard  me  a  good  many  times.  It  always 
gives  me  a  thrill  of  excitement  and  I  often  say — Harrie  is 
going  to  write  now — and  then  if  you  don't  write  I  am 
disappointed. 

(You  are  more  conscious  of  my  hand  than  of  anything 
else  about  me,  in  a  physical  sense?) 

Yes,  I  am,  because  I  always  think  of  that  little  hand  that 
does  all  the  writing,  and  of  course  I  am  more  conscious  of 
that  than  anything  else. 

You  are  patient  with  me,  Harrie,  for  you  do  think  that 
perhaps  some  day  we  shall  be  able  to  know  more  than  we 
do  now  and  you  think  that  if  ever  anyone  can  know  any- 
thing about  this  business  [of  communicating]  we  ought  to, 
for  we  are  in  such  perfect  relationship  of  love  and  confi- 
dence. . . .  You  know  I  want  to  help  you  and  you  know  I 
have  got  intelligence,  when  I  am  able  to  use  it,  and  we  both 
believe  that  I  am  growing  more  able  to  use  it. 

It  is  something  like  being  born  over  again  and  having  to 
learn  to  use  one's  faculties  or  powers — or  whatever  they  are 
in  this  state  that  I  am  in  now  . . . 

You  do  take  so  long  to  go  from  one  sheet  to  another. 
Can't  help  it,  you  say.  No,  I  know  you  do  the  best  you  can. 

Nothing  whatever  helps  me  so  much  as  the  knowledge  of 
your  love.  I  mean  the  real,  spiritual  love,  and  that  is  the 
greater  part  of  your  love  for  me.  Yes,  and  of  mine  for 
you.  You  know  that  I  love  you  in  every  way,  but  we  both 
understand  that  the  lower  part  of  the  earth-love  must  drop 
away  as  we  go  into  the  higher  levels  of  this  other  life,  and 
what  is  left  is  just  the  pure  spiritual  love. 

What  is  this  new  feeling  that  I  have  for  you? 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  15 

Is  it  that  I  am  nearer  to  you  or  farther  from  you? 
Which?  You  no  longer  seem  to  be  part  of  me  as  you  did 
before.  0  Harrie,  don't  let  me  go  away  from  you,  will 
you?  . . . 

There  seems  to  be  change  in  myself,  and  you  are  writing 
as  easily  and  rapidly  as  possible . . .  but  that  is  not  the 
important  thing.  The  important  thing  is  that  I  want  to  tell 
you  what  is  the  difference  I  feel,  and  it  seems  to  me  to  be 
this;  that  instead  of  feeling  heavy  and  in  thick  fog  I  feel 
buoyant  and  I  am  in  the  light 

Harrie,  it  is  lovely!  I  feel  clean  and  happy.  You  will 
help  me  to  write,  won't  you?  You  wish  I  could  talk  more 
freely  and  not  keep  you  so  in  the  dark.  Why,  yes,  you  are 
the  one  who  seems  in  the  dark  now. . . . 

I  tell  you  we  are  as  nearly  one  as  two  beings  can  be  and 
retain  any  separate  personalities.  Think  how  close  we  were 
at  the  last.  You  do  know  that  that  counts  for  something, 
don't  you?  ...  I  have  kept  just  so  close  to  you  in  my  thought 
ever  since.  I  don't  even  imagine  that  I  could  go  on  away 

from  you I  often  wonder  what  is  on  beyond  but  I  never 

think  that  I  want  to  go  on  if  it  would  mean  going  away 
from  you  or  where  I  could  not  communicate  with  you. 

You  will  try  not  to  ask  questions,  won't  you?  You  are 
naturally  full  of  questions,  but  no  matter  what  you  think 
about  it  the  fact  is  they  do  confuse  me,  so  try  not  to,  dear. 
Just  let  me  keep  on  as  I  am  doing  and  I  will  try  to  tell  you 
all  I  can. . . . 

It  gets  you  excited,  doesn't  it?  You  have  so  wanted  me 
to  find  the  light.  You  think  the  better  things  will  come. 
Why  yes,  Harrie.  This  is  better,  and  so  why  not  more  and 
still  more  to  come?  Let  me  keep  on  writing,  if  you  will, 
please. 


16  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

0  my  love!     Why  can't  you  share  this  with  me?     Better 
than  earth?   you  wonder.     Why,  yes,  dear.     It  is  better 
than  earth  for  I  feel  so  light,  as  if  I  could  just  go  floating 
off  anywhere  I  chose — and  perhaps  I  could,  you  think.    No 
— not  that.     Don't  tell  me  to  go,  for  I  want  you  with  me 
when  I  do  that 

Of  all  the  experiences  I  have  had  yet  this  is  the  most 
encouraging,  for  I  have  never  been  in  the  light  so  long 
before. . . .  Now  don't  get  impatient,  but  you  do,  so  what  is 
the  use  of  saying  that.  I  do  know  what  I  am  about. 

You  do  interrupt  me  so.  Well,  what  of  it,  that  is  what 

makes  conversation,  says  you You  do  make  me  want  to 

see  you  so,  Harrie,  when  you  talk  like  that !  . . . 

How  wonderful  the  whole  every-day  world  of  thought  is! 

1  don't  know  whether  I  really  see  the  things  or  whether 
I  just  imagine  I  see  them,  but  they  are  real  to  me  at  the 
time  ....  but  Harrie,  I  do  feel  your  every  emotion  and 
know  your  every  thought  when  you  are  writing  and  it  does 
give  me  exquisite  pleasure  when  you  are  thinking  happy 
thoughts. 

Now  there  is  one  thing — about  time.  Of  course  I  know 
all  about  time  so  long  as  I  am  with  you,  for  I  know  what 
you  think.  Every  day  you  say — this  morning — or — this 
afternoon — or — tonight — and  so  of  course  I  know  probably 
every  day  as  it  passes.  But  when  I  am  not  writing  I  have 
no  more  conception  of  time  than  if  I  had  never  known 
what  it  was. . . .  You  think  of  the  time  before  we  began  to 
write.  Nearly  a  year,  you  say,  or  quite  a  year  before  there 
was  any  clear  communication. — There  is  as  yet  no  clear 
knowledge  of  that  time. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  17 

You  are  not  writing  well.    Why  are  you  so  tired? 
(I  don't  know.) 

You  are  not  very  logical,  are  you?  You  expect  me  to 
know  everything  about  myself,  inside  and  out — yes,  if  there 
is  any  difference,  which  I  suppose  there  is  not,  now — and 
you  can't  tell  me  such  a  simple  thing  as  why  you  are  tired. 
You  say  you  don't  know,  and  even  I  would  know  enough 
to  answer  that  question,  if  you  should  ask  me. 

(Are  you  tired?) 

No,  not  now,  but  when  I  am  I  know  the  reason  why.  It 
is  usually  because  I  have  been  trying  so  hard  to  tell  you 
something  when  you  would  not  let  me,  or  trying  to  have 
you  write  when  you  couldn't 

Harrie,  you  are  really  very  weak.  Walked  too  much? 
Yes,  perhaps  that  is  it,  but  0  Harrie,  not  so  much — was  it? 

(No,  but  I  am  not  much  good  at  it  now.) 

Not  like  the  time  when  you  used  to  walk  fourteen  miles 
in  New  Zealand,  is  it?  Yes,  I  have  been  remembering  the 
places  we  loved You  remember  how  we  used  to  go  fish- 
ing from  Island  in  the  motor  launch?  And  how 

I  shot  the  gannet?  . . .  Harrie,  you  do  remember  the  gannet, 
don't  you? 

(Yes,  it  was  a  long  shot.) 

Why  Harrie!  Don't  feel  so  badly ...  MY  OWN  DEAR 
HARRIE!  Yes,  print  it!  Do  anything  to  make  it  plain! 

. .  .  Keep  on  writing Never  mind  about  anything.  Harrie ! 

What  would  become  of  me  if  you  got  so  you  could  not 
write?  Don't  you  suppose  it  means  more  to  me  than  it  does 
to  you,  you  poor  little  lonely  woman?  . . . 


18  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

I  pause  here  in  the  course  of  the  communications 
to  give  a  few  words  of  my  own  which  were  written 
just  previous  to  the  message  next  recorded.  They  have 
reference  to  a  very  strong  and  splendid  realization 
which  had  come  to  me  of  a  Mighty  Presence — one 
whom  I  called  The  Master.  He  had  appeared  to  me 
as  the  very  Ideal  of  Manhood,  greater  and  nobler  than 
anything  I  had  ever  known  or  dreamed  and  more  Real 
even  than  my  own  Beloved.  In  these  words  I  tried  to 
give  some  faint  idea  of  the  lasting  impression  which 
had  been  made  on  me. 

"Yes,  I  like  to  think  of  the  one  I  call  The  Master— 
my  ideal  for  humanity;  greater  than  any  man  we  have 
yet  known;  supremely  wise,  kind,  good;  utterly  true; 
of  infinite  patience;  understanding  all  things;  not 
beyond  the  touch  of  laughter;  and  with  power  that  to 
the  common  mind  of  man  might  seem  almighty,  yet 
power  capable  of  diminution  or  loss  if  it  should  be 
used  selfishly  or  unworthily. 

If  you  ask,  can  I  conceive  such  a  man  living  on 
earth  now?  I  answer  no;  not  in  the  fulness  of  his 
being.  I  see  him  too  great  for  any  one  human  body, 
as  the  bodies  of  men  are  today;  too  great  for  any  one 
physical  brain.  And  yet  he  is  one  and  only  one  in 
his  own  realm  of  being. 

What  good  for  any  common  man  to  think  of  such  a 
remote  ideal?  Because  no  one  could  even  dream  of 
such  an  ideal  without  approaching  a  step  nearer  to  it. 
The  very  hope  of  the  world  lies  in  the  cherishing  of 
such  dreams.  The  most  powerful  motive  or  spring  of 
action  that  can  make  men  better  is  in  the  vision  of 
such  ideal  greatness  and  goodness. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  19 

Whether  the  attainment  of  such  greatness  would 
mean  glory  or  sacrifice — who  knows?  and  what  matter? 

I  only  know  that  the  Being  I  see  is  one  who  speaks 
to  the  intellect  as  well  as  to  the  heart;  he  is  able  to 
inspire  men  not  only  to  feel  and  to  act,  but  to  think 
and  to  understand. 

My  words  are  all  inadequate,  but  there  is  not  a 
man  on  earth  today  who  would  not  desire  to  be  like 
him  if  he  could  see  him  as  I  do." 

It  was  after  I  had  written  the  above  and  while  my 
mind  was  still  full  of  these  thoughts  that  I  received  the 
signal  to  take  up  my  pencil  and  the  following  message 
came. 

0  Harrie,  will  you  let  me  write  now? 

(Wait  a  minute,  please.)  [This  request  was  often  neces- 
sary to  enable  me  to  get  my  paper,  pencils,  etc.,  in  readiness 
for  a  long  message.] 

You  always  say — wait  a  minute — but  Harrie,  I  have  no 
idea  how  long  a  minute  is. 

(Well,  my  minutes  are  very  variable,  so  that  doesn't 
matter  much.) 

Yes,  a  woman's  minutes  are  supposed  to  be  variable, 
aren't  they?  You  will  please  let  me  talk  now.  All  that 
greatness  sets  me  thinking.  ...  I  don't  think  I  am  that  sort 
of  person  at  all,  for  I  shall  always  love  power — I  mean 
worldly  power.  . . .  What  is  the  use  of  being  great  if  there  is 
to  be  no  result  to  the  world  of  that  greatness?  ...  I  know 
you  think  of  a  time  when  men  can  be  influenced  in  ways 


20  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

that  are  not  possible  now,  such  as  by  thought  direct,  as  I 
am  influencing  you. — Why  Harrie,  what  came  over  you? 

(Just  the  realization  of  what  you  are  doing.) 

I  have  never  known  you  to  feel  that  so  strongly. — Well, 
you  do  understand  what  I  mean  and  it  is  what  you  had  in 
mind,  isn't  it?  Then  my  way  would  naturally  come  first 
for  it  will  be  some  time  before  this  method  of  influencing 
human  minds  becomes  common  enough  to  be  a  means  of 
using  power  on  a  large  scale. 

(Yes,  but  when  it  does  come  it  makes  a  great  man 
independent  of  all  worldly  considerations.) 

Yes,  truly.  No  votes  needed,  no  popularity, — no  any- 
thing but  just  power.  Yes,  of  course,  the  moral  qualities 
to  use  it  greatly.  You  think  what  it  might  mean  without 
moral  qualities.  Well,  all  kinds  of  men  have  power  now, 
both  good  and  bad,  and  when  such  means  as  this  becomes 
general  I  suppose  all  kinds  of  men  will  use  it  too,  so  that 
there  will  be  just  the  same  sort  of  conflict  there  is  now — 
always  on  a  greater  and  more  terrible  scale,  you  think. 

Well,  war  has  grown  greater  and  more  terrible  with  the 
supposed  progress  of  the  world,  hasn't  it?  Not  a  very 
encouraging  prospect,  you  think. 

No,  but  that  is  what  men  are  making  for  themselves. 

So  much  the  more  need,  you  think,  for  your  kind  of 
greatness.  You  mean  the  true  wisdom  and  goodness — and 
you  add  that  the  truly  wise  man  will  be  good. 

Yes,  Harrie,  there  is  no  doubt  of  that.  Even  for  his  own 
sake  the  really  wise  man  will  be  good,  for  when  men  remem- 
ber from  one  life  to  the  next  they  will  know  what  they 
have  suffered  because  of  their  sin  and  their  folly  and  then 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  21 

perhaps  they  will  be  better  when  they  have  the  chance  to 
begin  over  again  on  earth. 

No,  I  am  not  talking  Theosophy.  I  am  talking  just  plain 
common-sense,  taking  reincarnation  for  granted  as  I  must 
if  I  am  to  believe  there  is  any  sense  at  all  in  this  suffering. 

You  think  I  speak  as  one  who  knows.  Well,  yes,  you 
know  I  do,  for  I  have  told  you  that  I  suffered  and  I  do  still 

suffer You  don't  want  me  to  talk  about  that  now,  do 

you? 

I  have  made  you  write  so  very  fast.  Never  mind,  you 
got  it.  It  is  good  to  be  able  to  say  what  I  want  to.  ... 

As  you  know,  I  am  not  one  of  those  who  know  all  about 
what  is  going  to  happen  next  or  just  what  is  going  on  all 
over  the  astral  plane  even  now.  My  knowledge  at  present 
is  limited  to  my  own  case  and  I  have  all  I  want  to  think 
about  right  in  myself,  and  that  is  why  I  say  a  wise  man  will 
pattern  his  life  differently  to  what  I  did  mine  if  he  wants 
to  get  along  faster  and  better  than  I  am  doing 

There  is  a  sort  of  astral  perception,  as  I  have  told  you, 
that  is  very  all-embracing.  Yes,  astral  consciousness,  I 
called  it.  I  say  astral  because  that  is  a  word  that  answers 
as  well  as  any  other.  It  doesn't  signify  what  the  word ;  it  is 
the  state  that  such  a  man  finds  himself  in  after  death  and 
that  is  all  I  mean. 

You  do  want  to  know  my  thoughts,  don't  you? 

Why  do  you  think  my  thoughts  are  more  valuable  now 
than  when  I  was  on  earth? 

You  think  you  always  did  like  to  know  my  thoughts. 

Yes,  I  know  you  did — and  now  you  think  I  have  a  new 
point  of  view. 


22  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

Well,  yes,  in  a  way  I  have,  but  still  not  so  very  new  after 
all.  It  is  rather  that  I  have  nothing  to  do  but  think.  On 
earth  there  are  so  many  other  things  a  man  can  do  that  he 
can  get  out  of  thinking  if  he  wants  to,  but  here  where  there 
is  nothing  to  distract,  one  must  think. 

You  believe  that  is  the  purpose  of  this  period,  in  part  at 
least,  for  those  who  are  capable  of  thinking.  Yes,  I  believe 
that . . .  and  in  my  own  case  it  seems  to  be  the  only  thing 
I  have  to  do. . . . 

You  begin  to  hear  me,  don't  you?  ...  It  seems  as  if  I  must 
be  nearer  to  you  when  I  am  writing  than  at  other  times. 
You  won't  think  that  I  am  far  away  at  any  time,  will  you? 
for  perhaps  that  does  send  me  away.  No,  I  don't  want  to 
go  away.  I  will  wait  for  my  knowledge  of  other  things  till 
we  can  go  together 

When  you  come  to  write,  why  not  meditate  first,  trying 
to  fix  your  thought  on  me,  not  as  I  am,  but  on  that  ideal 
you  have  and  which  you  want  me  to  become?  for  it  does 
make  a  difference,  and  so  why  not  give  me  the  benefit  of 
that  high  thinking  more  than  you  do?  ...  Help  me  to  the 
best  thought  and  feeling  and  the  highest  purpose  you  can. 

You  know  I  have  not  been  like  this  long,  for  it  does  seem 
as  if  I  had  just  been  living  in  my  imagination  and  not  the 
highest  part  of  it,  either. . . .  You  don't  need  to  think  there 
is  any  danger  of  my  falling  back  into  that  old  state  again, 
for  there  has  been  a  steady  progression  upward  all  the 
time  from  the  very  first  consciousness  I  had. . . . 

Now  I  shall  begin  to  think  and  know  myself  and  while 
no  doubt  I  shall  suffer  more,  it  will  really  be  a  purgative 
suffering  and  I  will  endure  it  gladly . .  .  .for  if  desire  and 
purpose  can  change  a  man  I  shall  be  a  new  man  indeed 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  23 

when  I  come  back  to  earth  again,  and  I  do  believe  that  I 
shall  do  that.  What  sense  in  it  all,  otherwise? 

You  feel  just  full  of  thanksgiving.  Yes,  let  the  old  things 
drop  behind.  Coming  into  the  clearer  mental  vision,  you 
say.  Yes,  that  is  undoubtedly  what  this  period  is  for — to 
learn  to  know  myself  truly,  as  I  am,  before  I  can  allow 
myself  to  see  or  know  others. 

You  did  not  like  to  write  that  'allow  myself,'  but  Harrie 
it  is  true,  for  I  do  know  that  there  are  other  beings  all 
around  me  and  that  if  I  wanted  to  I  could  see  them — per- 
haps— talk  with  them  I  know;  but  I  don't  want  to  till  I  am 
sure  of  myself — of  my  truth,  my  purity,  and  my  strength. . . 

You  think  there  must  be  help  from  higher  planes  whether 
I  am  conscious  of  it  or  not.  Well,  let  us  hope  so. ...  We 
don't  know  anything  yet,  Harrie  dear,  but  I  do  know  that 
you  help  me.  And  you  darling,  you  must  think  that  when 
I  am  a  little  stronger  I  shall  be  able  to  help  you.  Pray 
God  I  may  be. 

. . .  When  you  begin  to  think  of  man  you  ought  to  know 
that  you  have  got  a  new  element  of  being  to  reckon  with 
and  that  is  the  reasoning  power.  That  is  one  thing  you 

never  seem  to  take  into  account It  is  the  greatest  new 

factor  that  has  been  brought  into  action  since  the  beginning 
of  life. — You  might  just  keep  on  writing  instead  of  stopping 
after  every  word,  if  you  don't  mind. 

This  power  of  reasoning  is  such  a  great  thing  that  it 
would  inevitably  result  in  a  new  order  of  evolution.  I 
mean  it  would  naturally  set  up  new  processes  altogether 
different  from  anything  previously  in  operation.  . . .  You 
can  hardly  over-estimate  the  change  that  would  result  when 


24  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

a  being  is  developed  self-conscious  to  the  degree  that  he 
can  intelligently  help  or  hinder  his  own  evolution. 

Don't  treat  that  idea  as  if  it  were  of  small  account.  It 
is  of  more  account  than  all  the  rest  of  your  thoughts  put 
together  so  far  as  understanding  the  destiny  of  man  is 
concerned.  And  by  destiny  I  mean  what  we  commonly 
think  of  as  his  "future,"  whether  in  other  lives  to  come 
on  earth  or  in  some  far-away  planet  or  realm  of  space 
unknown  to  you  at  present. 

Harrie . .  .  you  have  stopped  everything  that  helped  to 
develop  or  expand  your  consciousness  and  you  are  shutting 
yourself  in  such  a  narrow  place  that  I  am  not  able  to  get 
through.  Will  you  begin  to  think  of  what  you  are  doing? 
Meditate, — I  have  asked  you  to  ...  You  must  be  willing  to 
help  me.  You  must  get  back  to  your  meditation — yes,  and 
your  faith. . . . 

Write  as  often  as  you  can  and  think  of  me  as  much  as 
you  can  and  love  me  always,  greatly  and  simply  and  just 
all  the  ways  we  ever  have  loved — all  the  ways,  for  we  have 
been  true  lovers. 

You  do  give  me  light. ...  I  wait  to  see  the  light  and  then 
I  say,  'Harrie  is  loving  me!' 

. . .  You  think  the  pencil  wants  to  scrawl  instead  of  writ- 
ing. Yes,  perhaps  it  does,  a  sort  of  careless,  impatient 
feeling — too  much  trouble  to  write  properly.  Yes,  I  know 
I  sometimes  do  feel  that  way.  Getting  tired  of  communi- 
cating, you  think. 

No,  Harrie,  not  that  but — getting  tired  of  not  being  able 
to  say  what  I  want  to.  And  whose  fault  is  that? 

Well,  whose?  . . . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  25 

This  is  F — and  I  am  trying  to  talk  to  you  just  as  I  would 
if  I  were  in  the  flesh ;  I  am  not  trying  to  compose  a  literary 
essay. 

Harrie,  we  are  not  going  back,  we  are  going  forward  and 
things  will  be  different.  It  is  no  use  to  think  we  can  go 
back  to  something  that  we  were  two  or  three  months  ago; 
we  shall  not  do  that  and  it  is  no  use  trying  for  we  are  not 
moving  in  that  direction. 

I  tell  you  that  I  know  more  now  than  I  ever  have  before 
and  I  want  to  tell  you  many  things  if  you  will  let  me. 
There  is  no  need  to  flourish  so  much,  that  is  an  unnecessary 
strain  to  put  on  you,  but  you  can  control  that  if  you  will — 
only  don't  stop  writing.  Hold  your  hand  firmly  and  don't 
let  it  dance  around  so  after  every  word. . . . 

I  did  cultivate  a  style  of  utmost  simplicity  because  it 
seemed  easier  for  you  to  take  short  words  and  simple  sen- 
tences, but  now  I  no  longer  want  to  do  that  ;  I  want  to 
write  in  my  own  natural  style. 

There  is  change  in  me You  know  I  have  wanted  to 

tell  you  about  those  old  times  when  we  first  thought  we 
had  found  the  Master . . .  there  is  still  a  great  deal  of  con- 
fusion with  me  but  I  do  believe  that  we  came  into  contact 
or  relationship  with  a  very  great  spiritual  Being  . . .  One 
whose  presence  filled  us  both  with  love  and  reverence  and 
under  whose  influence  we  were  lifted  to  regions  higher  than 
we  have  ever  known  since 

Many  great  truths  were  given  us. ...  Harrie,  you  do 
believe  in  him  still,  and  so  do  I,  and  that  thought  fills  you 
with  content — your  old  word. 

Reality!    Such  peace. 

....  You  know,  after  all,  just  being  in  this  high  region 
is  the  greatest  good  we  can  ask.  It  is  better  than  anything 


26  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

I  can  write  for  we  both  know  once  more  that  the  highest 
is  true. 

Harrie,  Christ  is  the  highest  truth  there  is  for  man.  You 
see  I  have  found  him  again,  after  all  this  time. 

You  for  Truth,  I  for  Love,  just  as  before 

Don't  begin  to  doubt.  I  tell  you  that  is  the  worst  down- 
ward-pulling force  I  know.  Faith  lifts  us  above,  pulls 
us  up. 

(F.,  you  say  I  am  all  for  Truth  and  you  for  Love,  but 
you  were  not  a  lover  of  mankind  in  general  when  you 
were  on  earth.  You  had  even  less  patience  than  I  with 
the  dull,  ugly  ruck  of  humanity.) 

All  the  same  I  know  that  Love  is  the  one  thing 

that  redeems  such  folks.  You  know  what  I  mean the 

love  that  is  shed  on  them  from  the  Christ,  who  did  give  his 
life  for  their  sake. 

If  they  can  realize  that  he  did  so  love  them,  it  stirs  a 
spark  of  love  in  them — a  higher  sort  of  love  than  they  have 
known — and  that  is  the  thing  that  redeems, — belief  in  one 
who  loves  you  in  spite  of  all  the  wrong  you  have  done.  It 
may  not  do  it  for  all  natures,  but  what  else  is  there  for 
a  man  or  a  woman  who  has  been  really  sinful  and  weak? 
What  else? 

(Yes,  that  is  the  hope  of  the  sinful.  But  I  was  thinking 
not  so  much  of  sinners  as  of  the  merely  common-place.) 

Harrie,  they  are  the  most  hopeless  ones.  Without  imagi- 
nation, neither  good  nor  bad,  just  muddle-headed — yes,  and 
comfortable,  so  they  don't  feel  the  need  of  any  great 
change — just  a  little  more  comfort  or  pleasure  is  all  they 
want.  I  suppose  they  are  a  large  proportion.  No,  not  the 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  27 

bulk.    The   bulk   are   the   poor,   ignorant,   vicious,   weak, 
down-trodden  ones  and  they  do  need  Christ. 

We  do  lift  each  other,  don't  we?  Sometimes  one  has 
faith  and  sometimes  the  other,  but  you  are  going  to  try  and 
keep  your  faith  this  time. . . . 

Harrie,  when  I  see,  I  no  longer  have  faith,  I  have 
knowledge. . . . 

You  ought  not  to  be  so  up  and  down  now  . . .  perhaps 
we  can  be  more  stable. 

(These  alternations  of  light  and  dark,  of  high  and  low, 
seem  from  what  I  read  to  be  the  experience  of  all  who  try 
to  attain  to  knowledge  of  the  higher  realms.) 

Yes,  perhaps,  but  if  we  fully  understand  it  we  need  not 
be  so  troubled.  We  can  understand  that  it  is  meant  to 
enlarge  our  comprehension  and  perhaps  also  to  enlarge 
our  sympathies. . . .  You  still  love,  and  you  do  want  to  help, 
and  you  still  want  truth.  One  never  knows  how  much  can 
be  borne,  Harrie,  till  the  test  is  made,  so  you  ought  to  be 
glad  you  have  learned  your  weakness. 

Now  you  can  begin  to  strengthen  yourself  and  the  very 
first  thing  to  do  is  to  come  back  to  the  point  where  you 
were  when  you  first  found  me,  and  that  is  to  believe  in  the 
power  of  love  and  of  Christ's  love  for  us,  and  the  pure 
desire  to  help  the  sinful  and  unfortunate. . . . 

You  must  not  think  that  all  I  need  is  once  or  twice  to  be 
helped.  I  need  a  great  deal  of  help  and  shall  need  it, 
probably,  for  a  long  time  to  come You  feel  so  over- 
whelmed at  the  thought,  but  that  is  not  the  way  to  feel.  Of 
course  it  means  dropping  down,  but  we  have  found  that  we 
can  mount  up 


28  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  shall  not  ask  one  question,  Harrie,  please.  No,  you 
can't  help  in  that  way. 

You  are  so  very  patient,  poor  Harrie ...  all  you  need  is 
to  know  that  I  want  you  and  you  leave  everything  and 
come  to  me.  You  do  wish  I  could  tell  you  more  about  these 
changes  in  myself,  but  then  you  always  go  off  when  I  talk 
about  not  knowing  things.  That  is  one  truth  that  you  can't 

seem  to  accept You  are  so  very  rebellious,  but  what  is 

the  use? 

I  am  in  the  condition  that  has  been  brought  about  by  my 
past  life  and  whatever  you  may  think  about  it,  I  know  it  is 
just  what  I  have  made  and" that  I  have  got  to  endure  it  till 
I  am — [writing  confused]. 

Harrie,  yes,  love  is  all  I  need  . .  You  are  divine  love  to  me. 

(F.,  you  know  we  have  received  help  from  some  higher 
Power  when  we  have  asked  for  it.  You  have  felt  it  as  well 
as  I.) 

You  know  I  did,  so  many  times,  like  the  very  breath  of 
the  great  Spirit.  Truth,  yes,  and  Wisdom.  ...  I  never  called 
on  him  without  feeling  the  response;  the  highest,  greatest 
and  best  of  all  that  I  can  conceive — that  is  what  comes 
when  I  call  on  him. 

Yes,  Christ  always,  to  me,  but  your  ideal  too — different, 
not  so  tender  nor  so  compassionate  but  full  of  understand- 
ing  Christ — the  Master — I  can't  separate  them  the  way 

you  do.  You  always  think  of  the  personalities,  but  I  think 
of  the  great,  wide,  universal  aspect;  all  the  world  can 
share  in  it;  love,  truth,  peace,  good  will. 

Think  what  those  words  mean — good  will.  Not  as  we 
usually  say  them  but  in  the  sense  you  use  the  word  will — 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  29 

the  will  itself  being  good  and  good  only  and  all  the  time. 
That  would  be  redemption,  perfection. 

Of  course  every  man  needs  redemption.  Men  are  not  so 
perfect  but  that  they  sin  sometimes — do  the  thing  they  know 
to  be  wrong — and  when  they  do  that  they  need  to  be  re- 
deemed. Yes,  to  have  the  will  purified,  that  is  just  it,  so 
they  will  desire  always  to  do  what  they  know  to  be  right. 

(F.,  do  you  think  men  always  know  what  is  right?) 

Harrie,  yes,  they  do.  They  know  but  they  don't  want  to 
know  and  they  won't  believe  their  own  knowledge,  or  won't 
admit  it.  They  do  deny  it  to  themselves  but  they  know.  I 
believe  no  man  lives  who  does  not  know  when  he  does 
wrong. 

You  question  that.  No,  one  man  does  not  know  all 
right  and  all  wrong  but  he  knows  his  own  right  and 
wrong.  That  is  what  I  mean.  He  knows  what  is  wrong  for 
him.  He  is  not  asked  to  judge  for  another;  not  on  the 
spirit  plane  at  least.  We  men  on  earth  ask  one  man  to 
judge  for  many  others  in  some  instances,  but  here  each  man 
is  his  own  judge,  or  so  it  is  with  me  and  I  am  sure  it  must 
be  so  with  all. 

How  else  could  it  be  and  be  true  justice? 

You  understand  what  I  mean.  I  know  exactly  wherein 
and  how  far  I  fall  short  of  what  I  knew.  I — my  Real  Self 

as  you  call  me  on  this  plane I  know  where  and  how  I 

turned  away  from  the  very  highest  I  knew  and  went  down 
into  the  depths  deliberately  after  what  I  conceived  to  be 
pleasure  ....  and  I  knew  that  every  time  I  did  that  I  vitiated 
something  in  me  that  was  pure  and  high — but  I  did  it! 

Who  could  tell  me  more  than  I  know  about  all  that? 


30  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  begin  to  rise  to  the  thought  of  the  cleansing 

that  comes  through  this  self-knowledge.  0  but  it  is  a  terrible 
thing  to  go  through !  . . . . 

That  is  the  thing  I  live  for,  Harrie ....  when  I  can  feel 
that  I  need  never  think  of  it  again.  Yes,  that  will  come. 
It  will  drop  from  me  as  the  physical  body  has  gone  and 
will  be  thought  of  no  more  than  I  think  of  that. 

(F.,  I  am  always  trying  to  get  a  clearer  idea  of  your 
present  condition.) 

How  can  I  tell  you?  This  is  so  different.  You  don't 
seem  to  understand  that  I  do  try  to  tell  you,  but  if  you 
doubt,  I  can't 

My  personality  is  not  the  thing  that  matters.  The  thing 
that  matters  is  that  you  know  I  LIVE  AND  LOVE  YOU. 
You  don't  want  that  old  personality,  do  you?  You  want 
the  Greater  Self,  don't  you?  Will  you  please  try  to  forget 
this  old  personality? 

(But  often  when  I  come  to  write  it  seems  to  be  that 
lower  personality  who  speaks.  Do  you  mean  that  I  should 
not  answer  at  such  times?) 

Of  course  answer,  but  turn  it  into  a  demand  on  the 
higher,  for  that  is  the  way  you  help  the  lower.  Demand 
the  higher  by  turning  all  your  thoughts,  as  you  write,  to 
him. 

I  know  that  you  have  a  true  desire  to  help  those  whom 
you  love  to  belief  in  spiritual  things  and  you  want  knowl- 
edge more  that  you  may  convince  others  than  because  you 
need  it  yourself.  For  you  know,  in  spite  of  your  back- 
slidings,  that  the  spirit  does  live  only  you  fear  that  it  may 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  31 

have  a  more  difficult  and  painful  task  than  you  like  to 
think  of. 

You  are  really  trying  to  walk  the  razor  edge,  aren't  you? 
You  think  it  is  easier  now  you  understand  that  the  destiny 
of  others  as  well  as  yourself  hangs  on  how  you  succeed. 
Yet  you  must  know  that  this  is  true  of  every  act  in  life, 
whether  before  or  after  the  change  that  you  call  death. 

I  do  begin  to  know  that  I  am  free  of  some  of  the  things 
that  held  me  to  earth  and  I  can  now  look  up  and  see  what 
heights  lie  above  me.  The  one  thing  I  want  before  I  try 
my  wings  is  just  YOU!  You  to  be  with  me,  as  I  am,  not 
you  there  in  your  plain  black  dress  as  I  see  you  now, 
writing  alone  at  your  desk. 

Yes,  always  alone.  Not  alone  in  spirit  but  always  alone 
in  the  body.  So  much  it  does  not  do  to  think  about. . . . 

Harrie,  what  a  wise  creature  you  are  to  think  so  little 
about  the  past.  Good  or  bad,  it  lies  behind  us  and  if  we 
have  learned  its  lessons  there  is  nothing  more  it  can  do 
for  us  or  we  for  it,  so  let  it  fade  as  fast  as  it  will. 

You  want  to  keep  the  beauty  and  the  love.  Why  yes, 
they  are  of  the  spirit.  You  can't  lose  them ! 

My  own  dear  love,  won't  you  try  to  be  a  little  more 
patient  with  me?  I  am  not  infallible  but  I  am  trying  to 
rise  to  that  region  where  there  is  truth,  but  I  have  to  grope 
my  way  in  what  is  spiritual  darkness,  even  though  I  no 
longer  feel  myself  in  that  total  blackness  of  vision  that  I 
did  at  first.  You  will  help  me?  .  .  . 

You  must  help  me  by  keeping  to  the  faith  that  there  is 
One  who  Knows  and  One  who  Can  and  Will  Help.  .  .  . 


32  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

0  my  God!  Make  me  worthy  to  help  her  to  believe  that 
I  am  her  true  lover  F.  and  let  us  go  hand  in  hand  all  the 
way,  through  darkness  or  through  light ! 

*0  my  Beloved!'  You  go  around  singing  that  half  the 
time.  You  do  feel  happier  about  me;  is  that  it,  love,  my 
Harrie? 

You  lift  me  so  high  .  .  .  endless  vistas,  illimitable,  un- 
fathomable! .  .  . 

Harmony  of  light,  color,  sound — 

Love  is  harmony. 

Harrie,  you  are  just  full  of  love  and  remembrance, 
aren't  you?  You  do  love  to  think  of  our  true  companion- 
ship. .  .  .  Yes,  there  is  peace  all  through  me.  How  lovely 
it  is  to  be  at  peace  again ! 

You  know  I  am  happy  because  I  do  know  there  is  power 
we  can  draw  on — not  just  our  own.  You  know  how  you 
like  to  feel  that  I  can  help  you?  Well,  I  have  you,  of 
course,  but  I  do  want  to  feel  that  there  is  power  high 
above  me — not  too  greatly  above — and  the  Master  does 

seem  to  feel  that  need,  and  when  Dr.  S  told  you I 

thought,  now  perhaps  I  can  find  help  even  if  I  have  lived 
a  useless  life,  for  here  I  am  getting  clear  of  all  that  old 
nature  and  wanting  to  become  better  and  willing  to  serve 
if  I  can  find  One  who  is  Good  and  who  will  help  me  to  be 
more  unselfish. 

Then  when  those  great  words  came  to  us  I  did  believe 
they  came  from  him,  and  then  came  the  power  and  that 
splendid  light  and  sense  of  goodness,  and  yes,  there  was 
both  peace  and  an  urgent  need  of  some  kind  of  outlet  for 
the  power  I  felt  stirring  in  me.  .  .  . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  33 

We  will  not  think  we  can  often  be  so  honored  as  to  hear 
his  very  words,  but  let  us  turn  to  what  we  believe  to  be  our 
own  proper  work  and  use  for  it  this  power  that  springs  up 
in  us. 

The  communication  that  follows  is  one  of  the  most 
remarkable  in  this  book. 

The  writing  at  first  was  trivial  in  character  but  the 
control  of  my  hand  was  very  strong,  increasingly  so, 
and  after  F.'s  cry  of  "0  why?"  there  came  a  sudden 
sense  of  soaring  and  the  pencil  wrote  in  large,  fair 
letters  with  a  lightness  of  touch  that  is  indescribable. 
I  had  never  dreamed  that  pencil  could  touch  paper  so 
softly  and  smoothly. 

It  seemed  to  me  that  I  scarcely  breathed,  even  when 
my  thoughts  responded  to  the  words  that  were  being 
written,  my  whole  being  was  so  flooded  with  the  sense 
of  awe  and  mounting  rapture. 

Harrie,  you  are  full  of  good  thoughts  now.  You  can  see 
that  I  am  happy  and  I  feel  very  intelligent. — You  know 
that  is  a  joke.  Two  reasons  for  using  that  word — one,  to 
make  you  laugh;  the  other  because  it  is  a  favorite  word 
of  yours  and  I  am  getting  to  like  it  myself.  It  is  a  useful 
word.  .  .  . 

You  need  not  talk,  I  know  all  about  you.  Yes,  let  me 
talk  for  you  do  not  know  all  about  me.  .  .  . 

And  now  let  me  tell  you  something  you  have  long  wanted 
to  know.  This  is  a  wordless  realm  that  I  am  in.  Wherever 
this  is,  I  do  not  think  in  words  or  communicate  in  words, 
I  am  sure  of  that.  ...  I  give  you  my  thought  direct  and  the 
words  are  all  your  own  and  the  reason  for  their  simplicity 
and  directness  is  that  the  thought  is  of  an  order  that  must 


34  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

find  such  expression  in  your  mind.  I  cannot  say  how  it 
might  be  expressed  if  it  were  sent  through  a  different 
mentality  than  yours.  .  .  . 

Harrie,  I  want  so  to  see!     0  why,  do  you  suppose? 

(Have  you  ever  asked  if  you  might  know  the  reason  why 
you  see  so  little?) 

Yes  I  have,  again  and  again,  and  the  only  answer  I  ever 
get  is — Wait.  Wait.  .  .  . 

You  think  I  have  been  taught? 

You  know  I  am  sort  of  dazed.  I  seem  to  be  going  higher 
and  higher  all  the  time. 

Where  am  I? 

0  this  is  wonderful!  You  ought  to  see  the  colors — all 
full  of  light,  like  rainbows,  only  more  colors  and  so  very 
luminous ! 

Where  are  you,  Harrie? 

You  can  still  write,  but  this  is  Heaven ! 

Here  are  the  angels  all  in  white.  Here  is  heavenly  music. 
Here  is  the  very  Throne  of  God.  There  is  the  River  of  Life. 
Yes,  a  great  river,  crystal  clear,  and  all  so  pure  and  lovely. 

No  more  tears. 

Where  is  Harrie? 

She  will  come  when  you  are  all  clean  and  white  like 
those  you  see  here. 

Harrie,  can  you  see  me  here? 

(No,  my  love,  I  cannot  see  you.    I  can  only  write.) 

You  are  still  writing.  You  know  why  I  think  of  you 
so  all  the  time — because  you  are  my  only  star  of  love  and 
if  I  lost  you  I  should  be  in  the  dark  without  a  light  to 
guide  me. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  35 

You  think  the  thought  of  the  Master  had  such  power,  to 
give  me  that  fair  vision. 

No,  it  is  not  a  vision,  it  is  all  real,  only  I  may  not  stay 
here  long. 

Who  can  say  how  long  I  may  stay  when  there  is  love  on 
earth  that  can  sit  so  still  and  write  so  that  I  may  share  this 
beauty  and  light  with  her? 

You  are  my  love,  my  life,  my  light, 
You  are  the  one  to  whom  I  turn. 

0  must  I  go  from  this  to  night 
And  ever  more  my  way  re-learn 

To  these  far  heights  so  steep  and  white? 

Let  me  abide,  0  Lord  of  Life, 
Let  me  abide.    This  is  my  right! 

1  am  Thy  Child!     I  am  Thy  Son! 
The  Christ  has  given  his  life  for  me. 
Thou  art — 

My  own,  my  dear,  my  love,  my  all!    Keep  me — 

NO.    NO.    NOT  YET. 

You  are  so  still  you  scarcely  breathe. 

I  don't  know  whether  you  hear  me. 

You  hear  me — and  what  am  I  saying?  What  am  I  sing- 
ing? Great  music.  Music  of  the  spheres — so  wonderfully 
sweet.  Harmony  piled  on  harmony.  .  .  . 

Why  wait  so  long,  my  love?     [A  pause.] 
(Where  are  you,  F?) 

Why  Harrie,  I  am  right  here  with  you,  and  you  are  so 
still,  so  quiet,  so  calm.  Yes,  Peace. 


36  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  sent  me  up  when  you  told  me  that  the  Master  had 
taught  me,  Himself.  .  .  .  Realms  of  pure  love  and  life.  .  .  . 

You  are  so  strong  for  my  sake. 

Master,  so  be  near  us  ever.  Guide  and  direct  us  always, 
Great  Master  of  us  both.  .  .  . 

[A  little  later  these  words  came.] 

He  bids  you  give  this  message  to  the  world. 

Never  shall  such  true  love  go  unrewarded  so  far  as  his 
power  extends  in  any  realm  of  all  the  worlds  while  there 
is  human  personality  to  love  and  be  loved. 

This  communication  is,  to  me,  too  miraculous  for 
any  attempt  at  explanation.  Whatever  the  real  nature 
of  the  experience  so  far  as  F.  was  concerned,  to  me  it 
was  a  Revelation — the  more  so  for  being  so  far  from 
any  belief  I  had  held  in  such  a  Heaven  of  whiteness 
and  glory.  I  saw  nothing,  but  bare  words  cannot  tell 
what  I  was  made  to  feel.  I  can  only  say  that  I  know, 
now,  what  worship  and  adoration  can  be. 

Even  in  this  great  moment  the  hampering  conscious- 
ness of  the  lower  self  did  not  wholly  leave  me.  It  is 
not  easy  to  express  that  sense  of  double  consciousness. 
I  felt  the  mighty  rhythm  of  unheard  music  around  and 
through  me,  yet  as  soon  as  I  became  aware  that  the 
pencil  was  writing  verse  I  doubted  the  adequacy  of 
that  earth-instrument  and  so  halted  and  broke  and 
partially  lost  the  words  which  were  striving  to  shape 
themselves. 

Some  time  later  my  thoughts  had  reverted  to  this 
vision  and  I  was  trying  to  frame,  for  myself,  some 
idea  of  its  reality  which  I  could  reconcile  with  my 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  37 

ability  to  write  while  it  was  in  progress,  when  the 
signal  came  to  take  up  my  pencil  and  the  following 
"conversation"  ensued. 

Harrie,  you  do  believe  that  I  saw  that,  don't  you? 

(Yes,  I  believe  that  you  saw  it,  but  I  can  hardly  believe 
that  while  I  wrote  you  were  transported  to  the  Very  Heaven, 
so  perhaps  it  was  a  sort  of  reflection  within  yourself.) 

What  is  the  difference? 

(I  do  not  know  that  there  is  any  difference.  I  do  not 
know  but  you  can  truly  be  in  the  highest  heaven  there  is 
and  be  right  here  with  me  all  the  time.) 

Harrie  dear,  you  know  the  highest  truth  there  is  in  the 
universe  when  you  know  that. 

More  than  a  year  after  the  above  was  written  I 
read  for  the  first  time  Swedenborg's  Heaven  and  Its 
Wonders  and  Hell  (originally  published  in  1758).  I 
had,  strangely  enough,  managed  to  go  through  all  my 
life  up  to  this  time  with  no  knowledge,  direct  or  indi- 
rect, of  his  visions  and  writings.  I  found  in  this  book 
confirmation  of  many  of  my  own  experiences  and  par- 
ticularly of  this  glimpse  into  Heaven. 

Swedenborg  says: 

"When  certain  spirits  wished  to  know  what  heavenly 
joy  is  they  were  allowed  to  feel  it  to  such  a  degree 
that  they  could  no  longer  bear  it  ...  for  before  their 
interiors  are  opened  spirits  can  be  taken  up  into  heaven 
and  be  taught  about  the  happiness  of  those  there.  I 
saw  them  in  this  quiescent  state  for  about  half  an  hour, 


38  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

and  afterwards  they  relapsed  into  their  exteriors.  .  .  . 
They  said  that  they  had  been  among  the  angels  in 
heaven  and  had  there  seen  and  perceived  amazing 
things  ....  that  could  not  be  described  in  human 
language  or  fall  into  ideas  which  partake  of  anything 
material.  .  .  .  Thus  are  they  permitted  to  learn  what 
true  spiritual  and  heavenly  good  is." 

I  resume  now  my  extracts  from  the  communications 
as  they  came,  in  the  days  following  this  heavenly 
vision. 

You  can  be  very  happy  when  you  once  think  of  the 
whole  time  that  we  have  been  writing  and  of  the  change 
you  know  has  come  in  me  and  in  what  is  around  me. 

Harrie,  that  was  all  a  test  of  what  we  could  do,  and  no 
single  experience  is  vain  or  wasted  and  you  may  feel  per- 
fectly sure  that  I  am  in  a  far  higher  state  than  I  was,  even 
if  I  do  not  express  myself  so  well  just  now. 

I  feel  another  being,  higher,  finer,  purer,  nobler, — with 
great  aspirations  and  full  of  faith  and  belief  in  all  that  is 
good  and  such  a  sense  of  exaltation !  Light — yes,  all  radiant 
light!  No  darkness  ever  now  unless  I  go  away  down  and 
that  does  not  often  happen.  .  .  . 

You  just  floated  all  around  me  then,  Harrie,  like  a  little 
white  spirit  looking  to  see  what  you  could  see,  and  finally 
you  said,  *0,  here  you  are!'  and  settled  right  down  by  my 
side  and  here  you  are  still,  smiling.  ...  I  only  feel  you 
here  with  me  or  in  me — one  with  me — sweet,  serene,  peace- 
ful and  loving  me,  and  that  is  enough  for  one  man,  or 
ought  to  be,  till  he  does  really  find  his  own  Master.  .  .  . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  39 

Harrie,  love,  I  am  sure  he  said : 

Tell  her  she  shall  come  to  me  with  him  as  she  desires 
and  when  that  time  comes  there  shall  be  no  failure  to 
understand  and  no  shadow  of  doubt  in  all  her  being. 

Listen  to  this.    He  says: 

F.  is  still  fighting  for  his  soul  and  it  is  and  will  be  a  long, 
hard  fight.  ...  It  is  true  that  he  can  never  remain  per- 
manently on  the  upper  planes  or  be  all  that  you  long  to 
have  him  be  until  he  perfectly  attains  the  victory  over  the 
lower  nature,  but  do  not  be  too  sure  that  you  can  help  him 
by  too  great  insistence  on  immediate  conquest. 

Let  him  go  on  as  he  has  done,  alternating  his  battles  with 
glimpses  of  the  worlds  he  will  some  day  attain  in  his  full 
strength. 

You  do  love  him  and  that  is  the  greatest  help  he  can  ever 
have  from  the  earth  plane  and  I  do  help  him  from  my  own 
realm  of  truth  and  strength  and  peace. 

I  give  here  a  few  words  that  came  on  one  of  the 
days  when  there  seemed  to  be  a  confusion  of  voices 
and  other  personalities  coming  between  F.  and  myself. 
-At  the  end  came  this  tribute  which  was  too  spontaneous 
and  delightful  to  be  omitted  from  my  record. 

She  is  the  bulliest  writer  we've  ever  known — steady  as  a 
tree.  .  .  .  Don't  you  see  why?  A  tree  is  one  thing  that  can 
bend  to  the  winds  of  Heaven  but  has  its  roots  deep  in  Earth. 

You  are  so  calm  .  .  .  for  you  know  that  there  is  Unity 
back  of  it  all,  don't  you?  and  that  you  are  steadily  reaching 
up  to  the  One  and  so  you  need  not  be  troubled  by  the 
appearance  of  confusion. 


40  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  see  Your  Own  Self  knows;  so  you  can  rest  quiet  and 
wait  for  that  better  knowledge  to  come  down  to  you,  as  it 
will.  No,  not  only  in  sleep;  at  any  and  all  times  when  you 
are  quiet  and  give  it  a  chance. 

It  must  come — we  can't  go  on  forever  just  we  two  in  a 
universe  all  to  ourselves,  and  that  is  just  what  we  made  for 
ourselves; — yes,  and  what  we  wanted,  but  we  can't  end  like 
this,  can  we?  .... 

You  must  be  strong  to  know  that  you  can  still  love  me 
most  and  yet  love  others  and  extend  your  love  and  help 
to  all  who  will  come.  We  are  selfish,  that  is  our  greatest 
fault  you  know,  and  it  is  so  futile.  .  .  .  You  will  find  that 
you  cannot  lose  me  by  loving  and  helping  others.  I  shall 
always  be  near  you  and  we  shall  go  hand  in  hand  .  .  .  grow- 
ing more,  not  less,  in  every  good  way. 

The  soul  of  a  man  and  the  soul  of  a  woman  truly  mated 
can  never  be  separated.  They  are  one  in  all  the  realms  of 
the  universe. 

Only  a  good  man  can  comprehend  love. 

When  a  man  is  as  fully  conscious  of  the  mental  and 
spiritual  qualities  that  are  attractive  in  a  woman  as  he  is 
now  conscious  of  her  physical  attractions,  marriage  will  be 
on  a  new  basis. 

You  want  to  feel  that  I  must  be  willing  to  learn  all  there 
is  to  learn  at  once.  What  you  would  learn,  you  think  that 
I  must  learn,  and  that  is  not  possible.  I  am  not  you  and 
I  cannot  take  from  any  experience  what  you  would  take; 
so  you  must  not  think  that  I  am  through  with  pain  or  the 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  41 

necessity  of  it  just  because  you  would  have  learned  its 
lesson  in  a  given  time  while  I  am  still  in  the  midst  of 
suffering  and  likely  to  be  for  some  time  to  come. 

I  know  I  need  to  suffer!  Yes,  I  want  to  suffer  till  I  am 
wiser.  That  is  the  thing  I  have  asked  for.  ...  I  must  do 
the  work  now  that  I  failed  to  do  then;  for  I  am  resolved 
that  when  I  come  back  to  earth  again  I  will  know  what  is 
worth  doing  and  worth  being  and  so  I  must  in  some  way 
get  the  knowledge  here  that  I  failed  to  get  when  I  had  the 
chance  on  earth.  .  .  .  There  is  enough  good  in  me  to  make 
it  worth  while  to  make  a  special  effort  to  eliminate  all  that 
is  worst  and  that  would  interfere  with  any  real  usefulness 
in  another  life. 

So  you  see  I  do  know  something  of  what  I  am  under- 
going, yes,  and  why.  And  yet  I  do  not  always  have  this 
knowledge  and  often  when  you  come  to  write  you  find  me 
in  the  throes  of  some  agony  of  doubt  or  worse  and  I  am 
not  able  to  talk  about  other  things  and  I  am  in  too  much 
pain  at  the  moment  to  know  why  I  am  suffering.  So  that 
is  why  I  wanted  to  tell  you.  .  .  . 

You  can  help  me  only  by  knowing  beyond  a  faintest 
shadow  of  doubt  that  all  is  for  my  good  and  that  I  shall 
bear  what  I  have  to  willingly,  and  that  I  do  know  when 
you  give  me  love  and  it  is  a  healing  thing  to  me. 

I  was  called  one  day  to  take  the  following  message 
from  a  meditation  in  which  I  was  comparing  the 
activities  of  human  life  to  a  performance  by  a  vast 
orchestra. 

Let  me  show  you  the  wonderful  thing  I  see  in  the  midst 
of  these  thoughts  of  yours,  Harrie. 


42  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

I  see  a  palace;  white,  gleaming,  curiously  carved;  all 
surrounded  by  color  flashing  in  great  circling  waves.  All 
the  center  of  the  picture  is  blinding  light  and  all  around  is 
color,  and — you  see  what  I  do! 

Yes!  There  are  Beings  who  weave  that  color  into  such 
beautiful  harmonies.  Music,  you  say!  You  saw  those  who 
compose  the  thoughts  and  those  who  carry  the  thoughts  into 
expression.  Harrie,  so  do  I.  But  these  are  all  emanations 
from  the  one  great  light!  Yes,  they  come  from  that  great 
palace  so  white!  so  blinding  light! 

No,  I  can't  tell  it.  You  don't  see  this  part  as  I  do,  for 
to  me  all  is  the  One  who  is  the  Center.  He  is  color,  not 
alone  light.  All  is  Himself.  How  can  there  be  anything 
that  is  not  Himself? 

The  Composer  is  not,  as  you  think,  one  who  creates  a 
harmony.  He  simply  carries  out  the  will  of  the  One  who 
is  All. 

(But  there  is  disharmony  in  life.) 

Harrie,  the  elements  that  make  the  harmony  are  always 
there,  it  is  only  the  men  or  the  individuals  who  destroy 
the  harmony  because  they  will  not  listen  or  will  not  see 
the  purpose  that  is  eternal  and  is  in  all  creatures  if  they 
will  only  listen  or  look  to  the  center  of  their  own  being. 
All  that  you  think  is  bad  is  just  the  elements  that  have  not 
been  drawn  into  the  harmony.  .  .  .  Harmony  is  the  law 
of  being.  There  is  no  such  thing  as  energy  without  some 
purpose  and  that  purpose  is  pure  harmony  or  perfection — 
or  whatever  better  word  for  it  you  can  find,  for  you  do 
see  what  I  mean! 

0  Harrie!  Never  think  that  man  is  greater  than  his 
Creator ! 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  43 

You  will,  please,  let  me  tell  you.  I  have  said  that  I  heard 
the  great  Voice.  Well,  that  voice  does  speak  but  I  do  not 
repeat  to  you  all  that  it  says.  I  could  not,  for  it  is  strong 
and  fills  me  with  its  reverberations  and  then  I  have  to  think 
what  was  said  and  I  do  find  words  of  my  own  for  the 
impression  it  has  left  with  me. 

Harrie,  do  not  dismiss  it  so  carelessly.  I  am  trying  to 
put  into  words  what  cannot  be  told.  ...  I  do  try  to  make 
you  understand — it  is  all  so  different.  .  .  . 

I  am  conscious  in  me  of  much  that  is  new,  strange,  queer, 
great, — oh!  all  sorts!  But  there  is  hardly  one  thing  that 
I  can  put  into  any  form  of  expression  that  would  mean 
anything  to  you.  .  .  . 

Where  is  the  miracle  in  the  whole  world  equal  to  this 
one  little  fact  that  you  and  I  can  be  so  close,  so  far  apart; 
so  one,  so  different;  so  much  to  each  other,  so  nothing  that 
one  can  see  or  touch?  ...  a  very  mystical  word  I  want  to 
use.  Must  you  fail  me  so  soon,  0  Harrie? 

The  Absolute  you  think  so  much  and  know  so  little  about, 
....  what  is  the  Absolute  but — not  will,  but  Conscious- 
ness? and  if  that  is  so,  why  what  are  we  but  bits  of  the 
total  of  consciousness?  And  only  the  united  whole  can 
possibly  be  said  to  know  itself  or  to  know  the  whole  about 
anything. 

You  think  then  each  separated  part  could  know  the  whole 
about  itself;  but  even  that  is  not  so,  for  no  part  can  know 
very  much  about  itself  unless  the  whole  organization  is 
taken  into  account.  How  can  the  part  comprehend  the 
whole?  And  without  knowing  the  whole  what  can  the  part 
understand  of  its  own  peculiar  office  or  function?  . 


44  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

Go  back  to  your  old  conception  of  the  cells  of  the  body. 
What  can  a  tissue  cell  know  of  itself?  Only  a  minute 
fraction  of  the  truth,  for  it  can  have  no  understanding  of  its 
relative  importance  in  the  structure  of  the  body  or  of  the 
interdependence  of  the  parts  which  it  helps  to  constitute; 
and  without  this  knowledge  what  does  the  knowledge  of  its 
own  infinitesimal  self  amount  to?  Nothing  at  all.  .  .  . 

True,  the  physical  brain  is  the  organ  of  consciousness 
in  the  body,  but  consciousness  is  not  confined  .  .  .  [to  it] 
and  how  do  you  know  whether  it  is  really  dependent  on  the 
brain  even  for  what  we  commonly  suppose?  It  may  have 
other  means  of  acquiring  information  even  about  physical 
matters. 

I  seem  to  be  able  to  know  several  things  about  you.  .  .  . 

Harrie  ....  these  are  the  words  I  hear  in  myself: 

Poor,  imperfect,  struggling  soul,  you  do  indeed  aspire 
too  high  but  you  aspire  truly.  You  shall  some  day  reach  all 
that  now  seems  so  distant,  though  the  way  may  be  long. 

Be  patient.  Never  fear.  Never  doubt.  There  is  One 
who  knows  all  the  suffering  and  all  the  temptation  and  all 
the  sin  and  the  ceaseless  struggle. 

Be  brave.  Take  peace,  and  thank  God  for  the  love  that 
has  been  sent  to  go  with  you  all  the  way. 

The  next  communication  came  on  a  day  when  I  had 
been  reading  Helen  Keller's  World  I  Live  In.  I  read 
for  two  or  three  hours,  absorbed  in  the  book,  and  on 
laying  it  down  was  surprised  to  receive  an  imperative 
signal  to  take  up  the  pencil.  The  writing  that  came 
was  firm,  clear,  and  very  rapid;  the  sense  of  it  wholly 
surprising  to  me. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  45 

Harrie — let  me  tell  you  where  I  have  been.  You  come 
with  me — try. 

This  is  a  little  blind  girl  in  the  slums  of  the  city.  She 
lives  in  a  queer  little  tumble-down  house  near  one  of  the 
great  thoroughfares. 

The  man  you  see  with  her  ...  is  not  always  kind  to  her, 
although  he  is  not  cruel.  He  is  so  busy  he  does  not  think 
what  it  must  be  like  to  be  blind  and  so  he  will  not  take  the 
trouble  to  point  out  the  wonder  and  beauty  of  God's  universe 
to  the  little  blind  girl  who  sits  near  him  so  patiently  all  day 
long. 

You  ask  if  he  is  a  cobbler.  You  thought  of  that  because 
I  said  he  sits  all  day.  No,  he  is  not  a  cobbler.  He  sits  at 
his  task  of  sorting  old  rags  and  that  is  what  keeps  him  so 
busy;  for  it  requires  constant  vigilance  lest  something  of 
possible  value  should  escape  him  and  be  thrown  into  the 
heap  that  represents,  even  to  a  rag-picker,  refuse. 

Yes,  this  is  a  story  with  a  moral.  Let  the  little  blind  girl 
represent  you  as  you  sit  there,  pencil  in  hand,  waiting  so 
patiently.  You  are  blind,  but  you  know  that  there  is  a 
world  of  wonder  up  here,  or  so  you  think,  that  you  would 
love  to  hear  all  about. 

And  then  here  am  I,  just  picking  over  rags  all  the  time — 
all  the  accumulated  rubbish  of  my  last  earth-life ;  memories 
of  every  least  thing  I  ever  did,  said,  felt  or  thought;  trivial 
things,  unworthy,  glad,  sorry;  all  kinds,  all  mixed  in 
together ;  most  of  them  worn,  tattered ;  little  beauty  and  less 
utility  here  you  would  think  if  you  could  see  them  as  I  see. 

But  here  is  my  material  out  of  which  I  have  to  lay  the 
foundation  for  my  next  earth  life. 

H. — do  you  wonder  that  I  pore  over  my  task  so  steadily 
that  I  quite  forget  my  little  blind  girl  waiting  to  be  told  of 


46  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

the  glories  of  God's  great  spiritual  universe  which  lies  here 
somewhere?  Just  where  I  do  not  yet  know  myself  because 
I  am  working  in  a  little  darkened  hut  and  what  lies  out- 
side I  know  scarcely  more  than  you. 

You  heavenly  love!  The  little  blind  girl  slips  a  hand 
in  mine  and  says,  'No  matter,  I  love  you.' 

You  think  of  all  the  precious  fragments  in  among  all  the 
useless  scraps  which  I  pick  over  in  my  quest.  Yes,  there 
are  some  beautiful  bits  here. 

Not  one  word  of  anything  that  has  been  written  is  more 
absolutely  truthful  than  this  little  allegory. 

Harrie,  will  you  believe  that  I  do  vary  so  all  the  time? 
I  can't  tell  you  why,  but  this  is  the  truth.  .  .  This  is  the 
strange  thing,  that  there  are  the  things  I  want  you  to  know 
but  I  simply  cannot  tell  you  so  it  can  be  written.  It  goes 
from  me  in  some  way  that  is  not  accessible  to  the  one  who 
writes  ....  I  live  in  extremes.  Very  little  middle  ground. 
You  understand. 

This  is  what  I  do.    Say  here  is  a  black,  ugly  thought.  .  .  . 

Now  when  this  thought  comes  into  shape  I  see  it  so  false 
I  am  always  tempted  to  hate  it,  but  when  I  can  remember, 
I  say:  You  poor  thought,  so  utterly  false.  Why,  this  is  the 
truth!  And  as  I  say  these  words  that  thought  changes, 
grows  pure,  rosy,  melts. 

Reality  .  .  .  lastingness  .  .  .  the  Eternal  Changeless  One 
that  is  always  there,  whoever  or  whatever  comes  or  goes. 

We  know  it.  ...  I  tell  you  we  know  it,  just  for  the  very 
good  reason  that  there  is  a  spark  of  that  same  reality  in 
ourselves,  so  you  know  yourself  and  I  know  myself — and 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  47 

Harrie,  my  love,  my  mate,  I  do  believe  that  you  and  I  are 
closely  linked  all  the  long  way  we  have  come,  for  we  are 
so  sure  of  each  other.  Surely  not  many  two  souls  are  as 
sure  of  the  reality  of  each  other  as  we  are.  .  .  . 

I  have  come  now,  in  point  of  chronology,  to  Decem- 
ber, 1919.  From  this  time  on  there  is  increasing  change 
in  the  nature  of  the  communications.  There  is  frequent 
allusion  to  new  conditions  ever  more  difficult  to  de- 
scribe. At  times  there  was  complaint  as  to  the  difficulty 
of  getting  me  to  write.  There  was  no  more  flourishing, 
no  more  hard  bearing  down  and  rapid  wearing  away 
of  pencil  leads.  Often  the  touch  was  so  light  as  to 
leave  the  writing  almost  indistinct  and  long  pauses 
would  fall  between  the  end  of  one  paragraph  and  the 
beginning  of  the  next. 

The  Great  Voice  comes  often,  seeming  to  break 
through  the  thoughts  which  F.  is  trying  to  give  me 
and  at  such  times  the  touch  grows  firm  and  the  words 
sweep  out  on  the  page  in  large,  clear  letters, — words 
of  spiritual  truth  reflecting  a  light  that  was  not  seen 
by  F.  or  by  me  while  he  was  on  earth. 

You  are  like  one  who  dimly  sees  the  sun  shining  on 
remote  hill-tops  and  hardly  dares  hope  for  it  to  reach  his 
little  valley,  but  the  sun  rises  over  the  highest  mountain 
tops  and  shines  into  the  lowliest  valley  and  you  and  I  are 
sure  to  feel  its  rays  on  us  before  long.  So  Harrie,  love,  let 
us  wait  in  confidence. 

Harrie — still  loving  life! 

You  are  altogether  right.  Life  should  be  loved.  It  is 
made  to  be  loved.  Yes,  it  can  be  made  so  utterly  lovely  if 


48  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

men  will  only  see  the  things  that  make  it  so  and  desire 
them;  so  blind  because  we  don't  yet  see  our  own  possi- 
bilities! 

You  see  all  that  is  good  and  beautiful  so  clearly  only 
through  the  spiritual  sense  that  I  have  wakened  in  you.  You 
saw  no  more  than  others  before  we  began  to  write. 
[True!  H.] 

Harrie,  the  one  who  teaches  is  not  one  who  tells  us  the 
truth  in  the  sense  you  mean.  He  only  brings  us  into  relation 
with  truth  so  that  we  may  acquire  it  for  ourselves,  each  in 
his  own  way.  .  .  .  You  want  truth  to  be  told  you  but  it  is 
impossible  to  tell  you  what  you  are  not  ready  to  understand. 

Keep  the  way  open  so  the  higher  knowledge  can  enter. 
It  is  in  such  effort — for  true  meditation  is  effort — that  one 
is  led  to  contact  the  divine  knowledge  always  waiting  a 
chance  to  come  in. 

Not  one  thought  of  yours  that  is  not  an  invitation  to 
another  thought  to  enter  and  abide.  .  .  . 

Your  mind  is  open  to  all  the  thought  in  the  universe  that 
you  can  take  in  and  make  your  own. 

You  alone  can  commence  the  upward  climb  to  us.  Only 
through  some  effort  that  brings  you  to  this  pitch  of  con- 
centration is  it  possible  for  you  to  receive  my  words. 

Try  to  keep  the  concentration.  Use  the  one  central 
thought  of  your  Master,  then  gather  around  this  central 
thought  the  characteristics  you  wish  to  acquire.  Make  it 
your  purpose  to  be  strong,  steadfast,  equable,  pure, 
loving.  .  .  . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  49 

Names  live  in  the  higher  realms  as  truly  as  thoughts.  All 
world-known  names  are  words  of  power. 

Consciousness  is  truly  like  the  ocean.  You  draw  mighty 
currents  to  yourself  when  you  turn  your  thoughts  to  these 
great  and  powerful  names.  .  .  . 

Never  believe  that  you  are  deserted  by  Me.  In  every  need 
call  on  Me.  You  may  not  always  be  conscious  of  the  voice, 
but  always  the  answer  comes. 

What  need  of  thinking  more  of  personality  when  spirit 
with  spirit  can  meet?  You  see  me  now,  but  not  so  strongly 
the  personality  as  you  used  to.  Just  now  I  seem  to  you  to 
be  lacking  in  form,  which  is  just  as  I  am.  While  you  see 
only  the  past  I  seem  shapeless,  for  so  much  of  that  past  is 
gone.  .  .  . 

Every  thought  you  make  of  a  future  self  that  is  still  I 
helps  to  build  me  into  that  greater  form.  All  that  is  to  be 
waits  on  us,  for  we  are  the  builders,  both  of  us,  since  we 
are  true  mates  and  can  co-operate  with  each  other  as  truly, 
yes,  as  definitely,  as  it  is  said  we  can  co-operate  with  God, 
the  unseen  builder  of  the  universe. 

Harrie,  all  life  is  real.  This  is  real  to  me — yes,  very 
real.  Not  in  a  sense  you  can  comprehend,  but  nevertheless 
it  is  real.  Often  very  painful,  but  so  was  the  earth  life.  .  .  . 

Always  from  the  first  there  was  a  struggle,  typified  in 
many  strange  experiences  in  you  ...  I  was  always  living 
in  the  midst  of  such  experiences,  not  witnessing  them.  Every 
experience  I  pass  through  is  just  as  real,  living  actuality  to 
me  at  the  time  of  its  happening  as  anything  in  my  life  has 
ever  been.  . 


50  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  understand  that,  due  to  your  constant  writing  and 
questioning,  I  have  from  the  first  tried,  however  feebly,  to 
understand  what  was  going  on  in  myself  in  a  way  that 
would  never  have  occurred  to  me  if  I  had  been  left  to  my- 
self. This,  we  do  know,  was  all  part  of  a  purpose,  not 
chance. 

(F.,  I  want  to  understand  more  about  words — our  words.) 

....  You  never  will  understand  much  till  you  learn  to 
hold  your  thought  to  one  point  long  enough  to  let  the  truth 
come  to  you.  .  .  . 

So  long  as  we  are  not  too  etherealized — use  it  for  want 
of  a  better  word — we  may  dimly  sense  the  earth-words  and 
so  try  to  put  thoughts  into  forms  that  can  be  apprehended 
by  those  still  connected  with  the  instrument  of  physical 
consciousness — the  brain.  .  .  .  When  I  go  to  a  higher  plane 
there  is  no  longer  any  perception  of  earth  words  and  I 
could  not  then  even  faintly  know  what  words  would  be 
chosen  by  you  as  your  record  of  what  you  perceive  in  me 
and  so  if  you  were  quite  wrong  in  the  impression  you 
received  through  all  the  many  strata  of  consciousness  that 
intervene,  I  should  have  no  possible  means  of  knowing; 
therefore  such  effort  even  is  discouraged,  because  it  gen- 
erally leads  to  mistaken  conceptions. 

You  see  just  a  reflection  of  myself  in  you  ....  all 
through  the  reflection — and  that  word  is  not  the  exact  truth, 
only  just  a  faint  groping  for  the  truth — your  love  has  so 
beautified  it  and  purified  that  some  beauty  is  living  in  every 
particle  of  it.  ... 

You  are  the  soul  of  love  in  me.  I  am  the  soul  of  love  in 
you.  That  is  union. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  51 

There  is  in  me  much  that  is  dainty,  fairy-like,  fanciful,  as 
you  know.  All  that  stirs  within  myself,  wakes,  grows  active, 
seeks  to  mix  in  your  consciousness.  .  .  .  All  these  thoughts 
are  pleasant  but  not  the  less  distracting  for  all  that.  We 
must  not  forget  that  we  are  on  the  way  to  something  better. 

It  is  true  that  when  I  go  on  as  I  am  going  now  all  those 
trifling  thoughts  go  to  sleep  in  me  and  I  feel  other  thoughts 
waking,  much  greater  .  .  .  dim,  yes,  only  vague  forms,  not 
clearly  defined — that  is  why  I  can't  express  them. 

These  are  such  things  as  we  need.  By  these  thoughts  we 
grow — expand  to  greatness!  ....  I,  F.,  see  here  still,  all 
in  me,  these  great  dim  thoughts  rousing  as  if  from  long,  long 
sleep.  I  must  have  been  on  the  way  to  greatness  before. 
Yes,  it  must  be  so,  for  these  are  thoughts  that  have  been  in 
me  for  a  long  time,  but  dormant.  Not  much  growth  afforded 
them  in  the  earth-life  recently  ended. 

You  see  how  strong  I  am,  though  you  are  not  so  easy  to 
make  see  this;  but  try.  All  those  little  fanciful  thoughts 
raise  a  protest  when  I  come  here  ...  0  Harrie,  such 
grandeur  is  more  than  beauty!  ....  These  are  things  we 
don't  know  how  to  express. 

Yes,  all  is  in  me.  Life  flows  into  me  from  heights  beyond. 
.  .  .  Yes,  there  is  something  in  you  to  mix  with  the  greatest 
thoughts  I  can  even  conceive.  .  .  . 

0  Love,  what  are  the  words  to  even  hint  at  these  things? 
Here,  above  the  regions  where  we  have  been,  I  no  longer 

see  any  forms  that  annoy,  harass,  or  irritate.    All  is  serene, 
tranquil.    Yes,  strength  is  here — only,  too  high.  .  .  . 

1  am  F.  — .  — .  and  I  am  more  than  that.    All  that  he 
aspired  to  be,  meant  to  be,  was  and  shall  be,  I  am. 


52  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

You  see  I  do  come  back  to  all  the  Christian  words  of 
truth.  Yes,  for  this  is  going  to  be  the  new  era — just  coming 
into  a  true  knowledge  of  Christ  ....  and  that  is  love;  love 
for  all  the  weak,  unworthy,  yes,  even  the  wicked,  the  base; 
all  that  so  effectually  hides  from  man  the  wonderful  truth 
that  he  is  Son  of  God. 

I  am  here  where  I  feel  great  and  noble  thoughts  flow 
into  me  as  simply  as  breath  flows  into  the  body  in  the  clear, 
pure  mountain  air.  .  .  . 

I  often  hear  these  great  voices  and  when  they  speak  I 
learn  more  than  ever  you  dreamed.  Some  of  it  can  be  put 
in  words,  some  must  not  be  told  to  any  one  yet. 

I  am  always  asking,  'Who  is  this  that  speaks?' 

Sometimes  I  am  told;  other  times  there  is  no  answer. 

Often  I  hear,  'Who  are  you?'  I  say  T— .  — .  — .'  Then 
the  same  voice  will  say,  4I  am  your  present  helper.  You 
may  ask  me  such  questions  as  you  see  fit,  but  do  not  be 
distressed  if  all  are  not  answered.' 

Then  we  may  talk  till  some  one  else  comes  along.  .  .  . 

Let  me  try  to  clear  up  this  matter  for  you.  .  .  . 

You  see,  I  am  always  just  F.  in  one  sense;  but  of  course 
I  am  never  alone  in  that  if  I  think  one  least  thought  that 
leads  to  another  being, — divine,  human,  or  lower;  in  me  is 
formed  some  sort  of  image  of  that  being.  ...  All  in  me  is 
this  reflection  .  .  .  and  as  I  grow  clearer  I  see  these  images 
in  me  and  as  they  rise  to  my  higher  consciousness  I  then 
know  whether  any  given  image  is  correct  or  not.  At  such 
times  I  am  in  light;  all  pure,  clear,  transparent;  and  then 
I  know.  . . . 

When  your  thought  turns  to  the  Master,  he  answers;  but 
if  I  am  then  trying  to  talk  to  you  myself  I  may  even  shut 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  53 

off  his  thought  from  reaching  you.  Only  when  we  both  go 
to  him  clear  and  transparent  those  great  words  come.  .  .  . 
At  our  highest  we  are  so  one  that  we  see  a  glory ! 

The  Master, — Christ.  They  are  not  separated  in  me  as 
you  try  to  separate  them.  ...  It  is  this  way.  Whenever  I 
think  of  one,  that  one  is  so  full  of  his  superior — the  Master 
is  full  of  Christ, — Christ,  Son  of  God — all  come  to  the 
one  who  turns  his  thought  to  even  the  lowest  symbol  of 
divinity  that  he  can  make  live  in  him.  .  .  . 

Always  they  speak.  Always  the  truth  is  there.  All  I  can 
do  is  to  let  it  pass  through  me  to  you.  You  think  it  is 
personal  to  you;  that  is  not  the  way  it  is.  It  is  there  for 
all,  like  the  sunlight.  All  I  do  is  take  it  and  pass  it  on  to 
you.  Your  brain  is  what  makes  it  seem  personal  to  you.  .  .  . 

Help  me  to  live  in  this  clear  light.  Here  there  is  truth. 
Here  I  can  discriminate.  What  strange  folly  to  live  down 
below  in  such  clouds  and  fog! 

Redemption  is  purification  of  the  will.  ...  I  will  cleanse 
myself  absolutely  and  when  that  is  accomplished  I  dedicate 
myself  to  service  in  the  name  of  Christ.  Not  church  but 
Love,  for  Christ  is  Love. 

You  MUST  let  him  speak  in  me,  Harrie.  Call  him  what 
you  will,  it  is  the  Voice  that  speaks  and  his  words  fill  me 
with  holy  peace. 

Love  comes  into  every  human  heart,  it  may  be  only  once, 
it  may  be  many  times  in  a  life. 

Cherish  it,  nourish  it,  help  it  to  grow,  for  it  is  the  very 
breath  of  the  Spirit  of  God  in  man  and  all  else  is  given  for 
its  growth  and  evolution. 


54  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

Life  is  given  for  this  one  purpose;  to  perfect  God  Himself 
by  evolving  love  in  every  atom  of  His  universe. 

Harrie,  you  go  back  to  remotest  antiquity  and  look  for- 
ward to  ages  of  youth  in  other  world  systems. 

(Yes,  sometimes.  But  I  do  not  ask  to  know  about  my 
past.) 

You  do  not  desire  to  know  one  thing  that  is  useless  for 
other  lives.  Everything  you  have  you  want  to  share.  .  .  . 
From  the  time  I  left  the  earth-body  I  can't  describe  the 
change  that  has  taken  place  in  you. 

(It  is  you  who  have  wrought  that  change.) 

Am  I  the  one  who  gave  you  the  light?  .  .  .  Only  when 
there  is  a  flame  can  it  be  made  to  spread.  .  .  . 

All  we  have  ever  thought  has  meaning. 

And  you  are  in  the  flesh. 

And  this  is  Heaven. 

You  seem  surprised.  This  is  my  idea  of  heaven — pure 
human  understanding.  That  was  my  idea  of  heaven,  always. 

(But  you  longed  for  something  beyond  the  understanding 
that  I  could  give  you, — something  greater  and  wiser.  And 
you  have  found  that,  too.) 

Yes,  now  I  have  it. 

All  that  I  ever  dreamed  of  good  is  true. 
Love.    Truth.    Power.    Beauty.     Imagination. 
Still  wonder  upon  wonder  open  to  the  future  of  us  as 
Man  and  Woman. 

(F.,  you  used  to  look  back  into  the  past  as  well  as  I.) 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  55 

Always,  Harrie,  I  too  looked  before  and  after,  in  my 
secret  heart. 

You  think — Where  does  fulfillment  come? 
Oh!   Fulfillment  is  here — now! 
All  in  me  is  content. 

I  give  here  portions  of  certain  messages  received  by 
me  in  March,  1920.  These  were  written  in  a  clear, 
bold  script,  with  the  sense  of  power  very  strong  in 
arm  and  hand.  My  own  mind  was  held  under  as  com- 
plete control  as  I  could  attain.  In  the  second  com- 
munication below  there  was  no  pause  between  the  last 
words  of  the  instructions  and  the  opening  words  of 
the  Message. 

Spirit  is  eternal;  matter  is  in  its  essence  eternal  also  but 
it  is  transient  in  its  form.  Spirit  is  unchanging. 

All  matter  fluctuates  ever  into  new  forms;  each  form 
expressing  some  other  aspect  of  spirit.  All  forms  that  are 
now  or  ever  have  been  express  but  the  infinitesimal  frac- 
tion of  the  potentialities  of  spirit. 

Live  consciously  in  the  spirit  and  the  knowledge  you 
crave  will  always  dwell  in  you.  There  is  no  barrier  between 
spirit  and  spirit.  Only  the  separated  will  that  denies  can 
bar  the  entrance  of  knowledge. 

You  think  there  is  some  test  of  strength  in  preparation. 
Yes  and  no.  You  have  shown  yourself  possessed  of  certain 
ability  but  not  always  of  the  kind  of  ability  that  we  need 
for  the  work  we  especially  desire  you  to  do. 

There  is  much  need  yet  of  the  calm,  quiet  receptivity  of 
matter  foreign  to  your  usual  interests  or  perhaps  even  to 


56  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

your  understanding.  Calmness  but  not  mere  passivity.  You 
should  be  alert,  sure  that  what  is  written  is  intelligible  but 
not  minding  though  it  controverts  what  you  have  hitherto 
thought. 

Yes,  she  will  soon  control  even  that  inhibitory  tendency 
that  shuts  out  so  much  of  what  must  be  permitted  to  enter 
the  brain.  .  .  . 

Let  the  words  flow  through  the  pencil  smoothly,  con- 
tinuously. 

You  see — [the  Master]  very  great,  an  ideal  for  all  man- 
kind. Know  that  he  is  but  a  neophyte  to  One  who  wishes 
to  use  thee  if  thou  canst  be  strong. 

Love  supreme  looks  down  on  your  beloved  world — the 
Western  world  you  mistakenly  call  it.  No  east  nor  west 
lies  apparent  to  this  gaze. 

Oh!  Many  souls  there  are  who  cling  to  the  thought  of 
One  who  Knows!  Each  has  its  own  speech,  each  its  own 
mode  of  apprehending  the  ever-enlarging  mystery  of  God- 
head. Yet  in  each  soul  there  is  but  one  single  ray  of  truth 
apparent.  My  world,  My  God,  My  Saviour. 

Who,  among  all  the  countless  millions  who  bring  prayers 
and  daily  renew  vows  of  love,  is  there  who  prays,  'Lord, 
help  these  others  of  divers  faiths;  all  who  look  afar  and 
see  not  thee  whom  I  see  but  their  own  High  God — a  Being 
who  is  to  them  all  that  Thou  art  to  me'? 

Few  indeed  who  ever  once  pray  thus.  .  .  . 

The  One  is  mighty.  He  sees  all  races  of  mankind  as 
sands  on  the  shores  encircling  the  ocean  of  His  Being.  Not 
one  beloved  more  than  another;  not  one  nearer  that  Heart 
of  Love  than  another. 

Wait.  .  .  More  steadiness,  dear  daughter.  It  is  a  great 
work. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  57 

There  is  One  in  whose  body  you  and  all  mankind  live. 
All  things  known  to  you — man  as  he  walks  the  earth — all 
things,  are  in  the  One  as  tissue,  blood  and  lymph  are  in  you. 

Consciousness — apart,  as  it  is  apart  in  you.  The  Self 
lives  ever  apart;  free,  unlimited,  unrestrained,  all  One. 

....  No  other  life  is  in  the  One  but  Love.  In  Him  is  all 
harmony,  beauty,  truth,  beatitude. 

Love  opens  the  gate  to  all  the  forms  that  lie  asleep  in 
the  chamber  of  this  mighty  Being.  All  then  rush  forth. 
Worlds  teem  with  life;  the  life  is  many  in  form,  one  in 
spirit. 

All  this  is  sad  to  many;  not  so  to  this  one.  'How  right!' 
she  cries.  'How  beautiful!  How  good!' 

Blessing  on  thee,  disciple,  who  lovest  the  high,  the  low; 
the  One,  the  many;  the  Indivisible,  the  separate  unit!  All 
is  in  thee,  truly.  Microcosm  of  the  macrocosm.  .  .  .  She 
sees  that  all  may  be  good — all  is  God.  .  .  .  Only  one  thing 
is  necessary — Obedience. 

All  you  can  say  here  is  that  if  no  human  being  ever 
consciously  did  one  thing  he  knew  in  his  own  mind  to  be 
wrong,  sin  would  be  no  more  and  supreme  bliss  would  be 
man's  only  incarnate  experience. 

Such  is  the  law  of  Obedience. 

How  is  this  poor  sinful  one  to  be  the  bringer  of  such  a 
message?  .... 

Men  fear  so  greatly  because  of  their  sin.  To  the  Lord 
of  Compassion  their  sin  is  the  magnet  that  draws  Him  to 
their  side.  .  .  . 

Harrie,  I  tell  you  I  have  failed  again — utterly  failed.  0 
the  words  were  great! 

(F.,  try  to  give  me  what  you  hear.) 


58  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

...  I  must  serve.  .  .  .  Some  one  said.  .  .  . 

I  am  so  weary  of  the  strife  of  men. 

To  all  races  of  men  there  is  but  one  same  message. 

Love.    No  other. 

Weak,  sinful  man,  lustful,  greedy  of  pleasure — 0  word 
so  wickedly  abused.  Pleasure!  What  pleasure  is  there  in 
this  tormented,  agonizing,  suffering  globe? 

I  come  to  bring  once  more  the  hope  of  salvation  from 
such  pleasures  as  you  have  found. 

How  can  man  take  pleasure  in  sins  that  would  disgrace 
the  beasts  that  bleed  and  die  for  the  appetites  of  men  who 
are  strangers  to  pity,  strangers  to  reason,  devoid  of  purity, 
utterly  unknown  to  their  own  spirit? 

For  spirit  is  of  God.    Spirit  is  Love. 

Compassion,  long-suffering,  most  ineffable  longing,  sac- 
rifice given  freely  for  love; — these  are  of  the  spirit;  these 
live  in  all  who  know  Me. 

Life  fails  the  man  who  lives  for  lust  of  flesh,  for  lust  of 
gold,  or  for  the  foolish  sins  mistakenly  thought  to  bring 
pleasure. 

— comes  and  blesses  all  these  his  dear  children  who  seek 
to  form  the  way. 

May  the  word  reach  thee  true,  vital,  unchanged. 

I  who  cause  you  to  write  am  One  who  is  in  you  such  as 
all  may  know  who  open  to  the  light  their  hearts  as  you 
have  opened  yours. 

Not  one  human  being  in  all  this  earth  is  shut  out  from 
knowledge  of  Me.  Not  one  soul,  however  dark  and  heavy 
its  vesture  of  flesh,  but  is  capable  of  one  glimpse  of  the 
Divine.  That  is  enough.  .  .  . 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  59 

Not  one  is  so  forlorn  that  he  never  sees  the  Lord  who  is 
Christ,  who  is  Buddha,  who  is  that  name  or  this  which  men 
give  to  me. 

I  live  in  all  ages;  changing,  it  is  true,  my  form,  worn 
now  for  one  people,  now  for  another,  all  seeking  to  behold 
a  man  like  unto  themselves.  .  .  . 

Man  aspires  in  his  blindness.  All  that  is  necessary  is  to 
open  the  eyes  and  see.  Glory  is  all  around  him. 

Give  to  all  the  knowledge  that  in  man  lies  salvation.  In 
him  is  that  hope  for  which  he  looks  abroad  so  vainly.  Let 
him  love,  then  will  he  be  as  God. 

Let  him  offer  on  the  altar  of  brotherhood  the  trivial  per- 
sonal self  that  seeks  development,  each  one  at  the  cost  of 
another. 

Let  the  one  who  longs  for  a  world  free  from  hate,  greed, 
selfish  gain,  be  himself  loving,  kind,  unselfish. 

There  is  no  other  way. 

Two  days  after  the  message  given  above,  came  the 
following  words. 

Led  by  thine  ever-questioning  intellect  thou  didst  find 
the  light  that  shines  always,  though  so  long  hidden  by  clouds 
and  fog — miasma  of  doubt  caused  by  man's  own  exhalations 
shutting  out  God's  sunlight. 

Straight  to  that  light  thou  hast  come;  no  terror  by  night 
or  day  has  daunted  thee. 

We  have  watched  thee  many  times,  knowing  well  how 
hard  the  path  to  feet  like  thine.  .  .  . 

Know  that  we  who  guide  thy  way  are  real. 

Wise  are  they  who  know  that  above  the  many  there  is 
One. 


60  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

It  is  evident  that  I  was  able  to  hear  or  to  record 
only  a  few  broken  fragments  of  the  Great  Message. 
Perhaps  I  failed  in  concentration  or  tranquillity;  per- 
haps there  were  other  reasons  not  clearly  known  to  me. 

Man  craves  understanding  and  is  never  content  with 
the  truth  that  is  revealed,  yet  the  highest  law  that  is 
put  into  our  minds  or  written  in  our  hearts  today  is 
still  the  same  as  that  received  by  Moses,  taught  by 
Jesus  and  echoed  again  by  Paul,  not  as  a  metaphysical 
abstraction  but  as  the  most  vital  rule  of  conduct: 

"For  all  the  law  is  fulfilled  in  one  word,  even  in 
this:  Thou  shalt  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself. 

But  if  ye  bite  and  devour  one  another,  take  heed 
that  ye  be  not  consumed  one  of  another."* 

I  append  in  closing  a  few  last  personal  communica- 
tions from  F.  The  first  one  following  came  shortly 
after  those  given  above,  the  one  next  in  order  came 
two  months  later,  and  the  last  in  August,  1920. 

Harrie  darling,  come  to  your  own  F.  .  .  .  Yes,  always 
here.  I  do  not  go  at  all.  Truest  thing  ever  said.  All  is 
within.  Stop  trying  to  look  afar,  look  within. 

You  are  bringing  all  of  me  back.  That  is  just  what  you 
must  do,  for  so  much  of  me  was  made  into  the  likeness  of 
the  Master.  Mystery — yes.  .  .  . 

This  is  all  I  meant  to  say  about  the  high  voices.  Real 
they  are;  more  real,  I  should  say,  than  all  else. 

Master  said  I  am  the  most  pitiful  disciple.  .  .  .  Yes, 
Harrie,  all  in  me  is  pity  for  such  suffering.  Ignorance, 

*Gal.  5:  14,  15. 


THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS  61 

you  say.  Yes,  worse  than  that.  Waste.  0  worse  than  that. 
You  can't  see  it.  You  see  ignorance;  lower  than  ignorance 
is  perversity,  unrighteous  waste  of  life.  Love  is  given  so 
abundantly.  .  .  .  O  perhaps  I  don't  see  the  thing  clearly 
myself.  .  .  .  Again  that  cloud  thickens. 

(F.,  how  was  it  months  ago  when  we  saw  things  so 
clearly?) 

Then  it  was  blinding  light.  No  thought  of  self  at  all, 
only  the  absolute  surrender  of  self  to  great  uses.  .  .  . 

All  I  wanted  to  say  was  that  I  see  so  much  waste  of 
qualities  worth  saving  in  men  who  go  down  simply  through 
sensual  pleasures  ....  strong,  virile  men.  All  that  is  what 
fills  me  with  such  pity. 

M —  once  said  thoughts  of  men  are  not  properly  creative, 
we  only  shape.  That  seems  reasonable.  I  suppose  God 
creates  but  we  help  to  arrange  the  atoms  of  matter — 
thoughts  too.  All  in  the  world  must  be  arranged  by  the 
multitudes  of  vibrations  going  out  from  these  centers  here. 
We  seem  to  be  pulsating  all  the  time. 

Don't  you  believe  there  is  something  going  into  every 
atom  between  us?  ....  Who  knows?  It  may  be  charged 
in  some  way  that  is  beyond  our  comprehension.  Every 
force  does  affect  the  particles  it  uses ;  I  am  sure  of  that. 

All  in  us  is  bent  solely  on  furnishing  a  means  of  bringing 
to  earth  heavenly  love,  heavenly  power,  heavenly  wisdom. 

Harrie,  we  are  so  united  that  every  heart  beat  in  you 
throbs  through  me.  .  .  .  Energy  is  one.  Potential  means 


62  THINK  ON  THESE  THINGS 

only  centered  here.    Kinetic  is  in  passing  from  our  field  to 
yours.  .  .  .  Most  impossible  woman — you  go  flying  off! 

Good  future  depends  not  on  circumstances,  on  self-realiza- 
tion:— meaning  the  deliberate,  conscious  involution  of 
Master's  truth — teaching  showing  up  in  future  lives  as 
strength,  honor,  purity,  courage.  Then  what  does  it  matter 
even  if  circumstances  are  difficult?  Are  we  so  fearful  as 
all  that? 

Harrie,  often  there  is  a  sense  of  wisdom  overshadowing — 
resting  lightly  on  my  spirit,  waiting — yes,  eagerly,  for  the 
hour  of  our  combined  openness  to  receive  it.  Great  Ones 
come  to  those  who  can  hear,  as  we  know.  Not  long  have 
I  seen  as  plainly  as  I  seem  to  now  how  constantly  I  am 
watched,  tended,  helped. 

Why  do  we  ever  disbelieve  in  holy  love?  You  see  I  must 
use  the  noblest  words  lest  you  think  it  is  not  the  divine 
spirit.  No  personal  thought  ever  brings  this  sublime 
knowledge  that  shines  in  us  with  the  thought  of  God. 

Harrie  ....  ideals  are  needed.  I  am  coming  down  just 
to  write  this. 

Let  the  ideals  be  great  enough,  the  people  will  rise  to 
acclaim  them.  The  mean  ideals  are  rightly  despised.  What 
this  earth  needs  is  just  the  law  of  perfect  love  for  all; 
obedience  to  God's  will.  Sacrifice,  rightly  understood,  is 
the  perfection  of  human  life. 


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